Macklemore - Wednesday Morning lyrics

Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth
Flag wavin', flag wavin' at a patriot's house
Lookin' for change on the couch
Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said
Imagine tryna keep your head
While your daughter sleeps in bed
And when she wakes up
Will the world be the same?
Will my girl be afraid in
The home of the brave?
See I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright
But what a hell'uva a night

Humanity is a privilege, we can't give in
When they build walls, we'll build bridges
This is resistance, we're resilient
When they spread hate, we shine brilliant
March by the millions 'til
They hear the children
We found ourselves at a distance
Open up the jails and the overcrowded cells
When we oppress anyone, we oppress ourselves
Greatest gift I ever learned
Is helpin' someone else
You feel fully fulfilled 'cause
You forget about yourself
Service, purpose, works if you work it
Love everyone regardless of the
God they worship this isn't the apocalypse
We can't address the hate
'til we acknowledge it
If Jesus was alive, would he let Mohammed in?
This isn't nature, my daughter hugs strangers
We teach fear and preach hatred
Put up a fence, scared to meet our neighbors
Think that if we let them in
They'll take advantage of us later
There's so much anger in this
World as I raise her my daughter
Hope it's a dream when I wake up tomorrow

Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth
Flag wavin, flag wavin' at a patriot's house
Lookin' for change in the couch
Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said
Imagine tryna keep your head
While your daughter sleeps in bed
And when she wakes up
Will the world be the same?
Will my girl be afraid in
The home of the brave?
See I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright
But what a hell'uva a night

And we fight for the people
That haven't had a voice
Fight for the first amendment
Fight for freedom of choice
Fight for women's rights
If she does or doesn't carry
We ride for all the queer folk and
Fight for all to get married
I'm not moving to Canada
Not fleein' the nation no time for apathy
No more tears and no complainin'
Gotta fight harder for the next four
And what we're faced with
Got my daughter in my arms and
He is not gonna raise her

Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth glad wave
I'm glad wavin' at a Patriot's house
Lookin' for change in the couch
Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said
Imagine tryna keep your head
While your daughter sleeps in bed
And when she wakes up
Will the world be the same?
Will my girl be afraid in
The home of the brave?
See I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright
But what a hell'uva a night