American Beauty
American Beauty
Greed stands very tall
in my land that's about to fall
America is gone
and terror knocks daily
I see him making new friends
livid displaced Americans
taken advantage of again
by those who control supply and demand
Oh, they'll try and patch and rig their machine
you can see them putting more control on the streets
I wonder if they're scared like me
but they wont give up and love
no they wont put away their greed
they'll cling to it until the very end
everybody bleeds
naked infant lying on the floor crying in the dark
pad lock on the electric box
the man just drives away
no shot was fired today
but it's coming
yeah, I know it's coming
because the neighbors just peek out the window
and nobody's offering to help
they think, "I can barely keep up with my own"
and I know
it will happen to you tomorrow
because America's gone
and it aint coming back
who has broken the pride of her power
America, nobody's coming to help
and our leaders truly care
but mostly about themselves
they are swallowed up and tangled
in their own spider webs from hell
and nobody’s coming to help
I see a hard working couple
that can't pay the rent
and yet they make to much money for welfare
they'll be out on the streets pitching a tent
and we all know that life is'nt fare
just another couple that slipped through the cracks
and there aint no coming back
in the mean while society's foundation
looks like a big city map
and the working man in our nation has become so soft
the diplomats have broken their will to fight
for what we all know is right
and greed just walks on the broken backs of the humble
with out fear and I wonder who will save us
Lord I'll be glad when the greed is gone
the strange and cruel baby sitter
sent to teach us a lesson
and I hope we all learn it soon
one cannot love their neighbor
and take advantage of him
or see him in pain and not help
love thy neighbor or die trying
the road to life
and I see beautiful people everywhere
being beaten to death by the ugly ones
who really just don't care
and I hear the banker and cops
saying, "man it's just my job"
to those that they put out
it's going to happen to you tomorrow
and what are you going to do
when you see their face turn red
as yours turns from white to blue
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2009
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