​letlive. - Good Mourning, America lyrics

[​letlive. - Good Mourning, America lyrics]

We ain't so different now, are we
Very different, very different
Said the cop to the killer inside of me
I've heard your story boy, that shit gets old
We have the right to take your life
So do just what you're told
We ain't so different now, are we
Very different, very different
Said the cop to the killer inside of me
I've heard your story boy, that shit gets old
We have the right to take your life
So do just what you're told

"We ain’t so different now are we?"
Said the cop to the killer inside of me
"I’ve heard your story, boy
And that shit gets old
We’ve got the right to take your life
So do just what you’re told!"
He ain’t so big dick now, is he?
(Play the victim won’t play the victim)


When compared to the heroin next to me
(She lives inside us all)
I’ve read about those storied boys
What about real girls?
More than a wife or giver of life
Those antiquated roles

Now, that everybody’s listening
Will you shout or shut your mouth again
Closed mouths again

"You gotta learn to accept disparity"
Said my mother to the fucker inside of me
"You’re no Guevara, boy
Just a poor man’s Marx
Now I think you better take a
Step down off that cross"
So- that shoe doesn’t fit you comfortably
(It don’t fit you, will never fit you)
So you’re better off cutting
Off both your feet
(Bootstraps that bind us all)
Cause if you try to stand up
You might look too tall
The bigger they are the better view
We get to watch them fall

Ain’t no city like the one I’m from
That one time got me stressing
Hands up high praying I don’t get shot
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

Now, that everybody’s listening
Will you shout or shut your mouth again
Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint
It’s hard to see when you
Don’t understand it at all
Now that everybody’s listening
Will you shout or shut your mouth again
Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint
Hard to think that you’d
Understand this at all

We don’t back away, we go that way now
(I never got it i never ever got it)
Who got shot today? What’s your body count?
(We’ll never get it you know we won’t get it)
We don’t back away, we go that way now
Who got shot today? What’s your body count?

Now, that everybody’s listening
Will you shout or shut your mouth again
Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint
It’s hard to see when you
Don’t understand it at all
Now that everybody’s listening
Will you shout or shut your mouth again
Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint
Hard to think that you’d
Understand this at all

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