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Hey there son of Adam Hey there daughter of Eve Help me sing this tear gas riot song To some fresh faced police They won't even know what hit 'em When they lift their Roman shades When the people's song comes pouring in on a brand new day Now, you who dam the river You who change a mountain's name First we marched to rally back Now we're taking down Washington state In death there's a consolation You know only hate and rage You paid a dowry for your child's rights Now she's living like a slave A prayer came down the wire And it was all in the enemy's code You couldn't figure out what mercy meant Until you did like you were told When they finally sent the doctors Once the fireball went out There was nothing left but the cockroaches In a movie with no sound SongtexteWhat good, what good are you? With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room What good, what good are you? With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost It all catches up with you Once you get just a little too old Take a hard look in the mirror It's a thing that you did not see The shadow's long But the day is young It just wasn't meant to be There's no blankets for the winter There's no oil in the lamp And I'd like to write my congressman But I can't afford the stamp You want me to pay my taxes So you can propagate your lies While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans Looking like they're gonna die Yeah, you who quote the legends You who poisoned all of my dreams You pinned all of the medals on All those boys from Omaha Beach Hope you haven't got too lazy I know you like your apple pie But the working poor you've been pissing on Are doing double shifts tonight What good, what good are you? With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room What good, what good are you? With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb Aus Songtexte Mania