Letras
I woke up this mornin', turned on my TV
Saw another war startin', but it don't feed me
They got bombs for the desert, drones in the sky
But my town's still hurtin', and I don't know why
Forty years of hard times, same old game
Rich man's laughin', poor man's in chains
They sell us their freedom, but it don't feel right
Ain't no justice when you can't sleep at night
Factories closin', jobs shipped away
They tell me to hustle, but won't raise my pay
They bail out the bankers, let Main Street drown
Tell me, brother, who's fightin' for this town?
Forty years of hard times, same old game
Rich man's laughin', poor man's in chains
They wave that flag, but we all see
This ain't the land of the free for you and me
They send young folks to battle, far overseas
While back home they struggle, beggin' on their knees
PTSD, a flag on a grave
But the CEOs count the dollars they made -- they made
They got tanks on the border, cops in the street
But they won't fix the water, won't help us eat
The news man tells me it's all for our good
But if I had a dollar, Lord, you know I would
Forty years of hard times, same old game
Rich man's laughin', poor man's in chains
The empire's fallin', cracks in the wall
But they still don't hear us, not at all
Ain't no justice, ain't no peace
Ain't no mercy on these streets
Forty years, and I still sing
Lord, when will freedom ring?