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BAD RELIGION
The Gray Race 1996
The Streets of America текст песни
The Streets of America
Desolate and without purpose
Radiating from so many septic sources
Forming the fabric of a wayward people
Disappearing as the vestiges of our past
Scratched like tartan into virgin soil
A substrate for progress and disarray
A spreading network of broken dreams
Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away
Just a little tale from the streets of america (say a little prayer)
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, weary native sons
Step back
And see the damage done
Meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)
The streets of america
Black, tarred concrete
Pine for me
Lying domant
For you and country
Hardened surface
Cracked within
Catch the sweat
From off the chin
Of men and women
Senior and child
Who look to you
And your sterile miles
And in their stares
Is bald dismay
For what you promised
Led them astray
Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
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