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Kishore Kumar Hits — Duke Special - Spiritual America текст песни

Исполнитель: Duke Special

альбом: Under the Dark Cloth

America, America, far below
Mysterious circles in desert and snow
Forest and mountain, concrete and crow
Shadow of cloud moving silent and low
Scatter like veins, connected, entwined
Rivers and lakes run like dark charcoal mine
Become albumen prints in the plates of the spine
Powder-wigged mortal meets gaze of divine
Spiritual America
Spiritual America
Driven and callous, immune to the small
Exquisitely bows to the war of the wall
Welcomes the faithful to its crass altar-call
Turns a blind eye to the fragile who fall
Spiritual America
Spiritual America
All the good you we have done
Could have done for everyone
Is this the land of the setting sun?
Have we forgotten who we were
And why we came here anyway?
So pick up the reins and kick the spur
Shackled and shamed and stripped of its voice
Left in a corner to suffer the noise
Made by corporate thugs and their fat city boys
Being sick on their wealth like they hadn't a choice
Spiritual America
Spiritual America

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