Edmund Pettus Bridge

"The richest 1% of this country owns half our country's wealth:
5 trillion dollars.
You got 90% of the American public out there
with little or no net worth.
We make the rules, pal.
The news, war, peace, famine, upheaval,
the price per paper clip.
We pick that rabbit out of the hat
while everybody sits out there wondering how the hell we did it.
Now you're not naive enough to think we're living in a democracy,
are you, Buddy?"

We saw ourselves with greater dreams
And learned we could not overcome our disease
Skies for spacious obsequious
From cradle to grave they deliver to us
And rip our hearts from our chest

Let's talk about hope
We need a little sympathy
I think about my country
Through the lens of history
Let's talk about privilege
Impeding resolution
And one billion hearts entwined in revolution

But there's no substance
No exceptional design to see it through

Crusade against such ignorance
Like moths to a flame without hope or defense
Intemperate discord shepherds no reward
A traitorous few left to fall on their swords
And fight until their dying breath

Let's talk about hope
We need a little sympathy
I think about my country
Through the lens of history
Let's talk about privilege
Impeding resolution
And one billion hearts entwined in revolution

But there's no substance
No exceptional design to see it through

No deeper threat, no higher cause
No greater pretext to renunciate the letter of the law
I'm every woman, I'm every man
And I'm every non binary hominid in this free and open land
See us catch fire, not for the faint
Hearts disconnected, we cannot wait
This bitter wind will leave no trace
Young hearts in triumph, we must erase
We must erase