Lyrics

Poverty is Real

Two feet next to the fire
Weatherman says it's cold
Heard a man froze to death on the street last night
He had nowhere left to go
Poverty is real

There's a bright light that keeps burning
It follows me wherever I go
Made by a man who looks like me
And knows my point of view
And it's dark somewhere in the city
Where that light just won't come on
For a little girl sleepless with a three week cough
And a mother wondering what's wrong
Poverty is real, poverty is real, poverty is real

The history books, they tell me
We started this thing off wrong
With fancy handshakes, hollow words,
And a message, "You don't belong"
Now my son looks up at his father
Asks me why it's still this way
I scratch my head, take a deep breath
"It's complicated, I say"
Poverty is real, poverty is real, poverty is real

Try to stay out of trouble
On $30 a day

Got my own kind of trouble
My family they got some too
I'm doing my best to do what I can
But what am I supposed to do?
Can't solve the whole world's problems
Charity begins at home
Fox News says I'm dreaming,
We all get what we deserve
Poverty is real, poverty is real, poverty is real

Said a prayer for the hungry
Feels good to do my party

Poverty is real

The Next to Fall

I met a man some time ago
He lured me out and he left me cold
By the light of day I found my way home

It wasn’t long before I could see
All he had planned for me
By the light of day I found my way home

I wasn’t scared and I wasn’t lost
And as I marched I never thought
That I would be the next to fall
I held my breath and I closed my eyes
And prayed my love wouldn’t recognize
My promises gone wrong

A guiding light and a mirror’s eye
Found a face they didn’t recognize
By the light of day I found my way home

Consumed by a match’s spark
A mourner’s cry and a martyr’s bark
By the light of day I found my way home

I wasn’t scared and I wasn’t lost
And as I marched I never thought
That I would be the next to fall
I held my breath and I closed my eyes
And prayed my love wouldn’t recognize
My promises gone wrong

I saw the sky open up and point me the other way
I heard it call out my name


So Dumb

A body lies out in the cold
The truth is buried below the fold
His photograph is 10 years old

Blind hope merely serves as bait
Destroying more than it creates
And so blind faith becomes blind hate

I never said I wasn’t free
But we’ve all tasted our own blood
I swore the sinners would retreat
But I’m so dumb, I’m so dumb

What’s it like to hate Ben?
What’s it like to hate?

Gentle hands have paved your way
Steering you clear of present day
Surrounding you with those who feel the same

And so you hide behind a book
Too scared to take a second look
Too blind to take a second look

I never said I wasn’t free
But we’ve all tasted our own blood
I swore the sinners would retreat
But I’m so dumb, I’m so dumb

It’s easy to hate from a distance, and so much harder to open your eyes
So we tread on the words of the street poets, fooled by freedom’s ever-changing disguise

I never said I wasn’t free
But we’ve all tasted our own blood
I swore the sinners would retreat
But I’m so dumb, I’m so dumb

It’s easy to hate from a distance, and so much harder to open your eyes
So we tread on the words of the street poets, fooled by freedom’s ever-changing disguise

The Servants Have Been Freed (click to download mp3)

The servants have been freed, the servants have been freed
That crazy sun is sharing its light, now we all can see
The servants have been freed, the servants have been freed

The servants have been freed, the servants have been freed
A braver wind is blowing steady, now we all can breathe
The servants have been freed, the servants have been freed

It’s been a long time coming
It’s been a long time now
It’s been a long time coming
Too damn long

The servants have been freed, the servants have been freed
Crystal rains are falling, turning puddles into streams
The servants have been freed, the servants have been freed

It’s been a long time coming
It’s been a long time now
It’s been a long time coming
Too damn long

The servants have been freed, the servants have been freed
Caustic stars are falling, making darkness into dreams
The servants have been freed, the servants have been freed

It’s been a long time coming
It’s been a long time now
It’s been a long time coming
Too damn long


Sell Your Flag

Alone and desperate, numb with pain
But all they’ve lost is yours to gain
Don’t let their children die in vein
There’s nothing more American
Sell your flag

It’s stars and stripes and dollar signs
On pins and stickers, shirts and ties
We wear them well and hide behind
The bills with which our pockets are lined
Salute its colors: red, white, and green
It’s Betsy Ross, Keynes, Locke, and Key
Waving proud for all to see
I’m buying stock in tragedy

Alone and desperate, numb with pain
But all they’ve lost is yours to gain
Don’t let their parents die in vein
There’s nothing more American
Sell your flag

It’s liberty turned property
Our patriotic history
Is selling all that keeps us free
Call it treasure chest destiny
Salute its colors: red, white, and green
It’s Betsy Ross, Keynes, Locke, and Key
Waving proud for all to see
I’m buying stock in tragedy

Alone and desperate, numb with pain
But all they’ve lost is yours to gain
Don’t let our brothers die in vein
There’s nothing more American
Sell your flag

Come gather ‘round and join your hands
Burn the flag, increase demand
Overseas they make them cheap
We’ll ship them in and light the heat
The smoke will rise and when it clears
We’ll rally behind our capitalist cheer
It’s “God and Reagan put us here
To make a profit, make this deal
Our land is reeling from pain and fear
So mark them up, our calling’s clear:
Sell, sell, sell, sell, sell your flag”


That Perfect Beautiful

It calls you up when you’re down
Calls you up and you come around
It’s the mark, the grace of god

Fits you right where you are
Fights its way past every scar
It’s all you’ve been longing for

Not like in your dreams
Never like it seems

It’s that perfect beautiful, that caustic colorful
You’ll know it when you see it; you’ll know you’ve never seen it before
That empty innocence, that tragic confidence
Don’t blame her when she leaves you; don’t hate her when she leaves you needing more
We all could use a little more

You had it once I know you swear
But fraud is lurking everywhere
You only fool yourself

Take my words, but carefully
Take your time, your destiny
I’m sure you’ll find your way

Not like you recall
You never knew it all

It’s that perfect beautiful, that caustic colorful
You’ll know it when you see it; you’ll know you’ve never seen it before
That empty innocence, that tragic confidence
Don’t blame her when she leaves you; don’t hate her when she leaves you needing more
We all could use a little more

Calls you up when you’re down
Calls you up and you come around
It’s the mark, the face of god

Fits you right where you are
Fights its way past every scar
It’s all you’ve been longing for

Not like in your dreams
Never like it seems

It’s that perfect beautiful, that caustic colorful
You’ll know it when you see it; you’ll know you’ve never seen it before
That empty innocence, that tragic confidence
Don’t blame her when she leaves you; don’t hate her when she leaves you needing more
We all could use a little more