Memphis - 12 Stones

We all pretend that the world’s not changing

We all believe we deserve much more

But deep inside there’s no denying

The rising tides have reached our shores

So get in line and set the outcome

Feed the rich and rob the poor

Tell myself that it’s not worth fighting

When will we wake up?

Why can’t we see there’s more to life than misery?

How can we fly when we clip our own wings?

How can we drown out all the sounds of hate

When everybody screams, «What has this world done for me?»

We close our eyes as the kids are dying

We pull the shades and lock the doors

We all complain as we sit in silence

We cheat the game while keeping score

So get in line and set the outcome

Feed the rich and rob the poor

Tell myself that it’s not worth fighting

When will we wake up?

Why can’t we see there’s more to life than misery?

How can we fly when we clip our own wings?

How can we drown out all the sounds of hate

When everybody screams, «What has this world done for me?»

Why can’t we see there’s more to life than misery?

How can we fly when we clip our own wings?

How can we drown out all the sounds of hate

When everybody screams, «What has this world done for me?»