Bài hát The Streets Of America Báo Lỗi

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