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I just finished a book with its cover torn and its pages worn. The story starts on the day you were born in the city. Where movie houses stood Raised on Elvis and Hollywood. The bad guys bad and the good guys good And the weight of the worlds is always on the sheriff's shoulders, There was life in the little house Above the hospital for the dying, So I will keep singing, I will keep finishing for some words in the water all around me The house of home shook and as the shelter broke you got a good long look At a country and class run by buzzards and crooks Mississippi! Mississippi! Through CIA and Klan Through McCarth's damn blacklist, Nixon, and Nam They tear-gassed the students but you had a plan And the weight of the world is on the sheriff's shoulders There was life in the little house, Above the hospital for the dying. So I will keep singing, SongtexteI will keep fishing for some words in this water all around me There was life in the city that night. You found your voice and you voiced your sight. You held your ground to help us see There's more to life than lovers and chores There's more to life that an office at the top floor, Somehow, someway, we all find peace, We all find Aus Songtexte Mania