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Orphans Of Wealth letra
There is no time to discuss or debate
what is right, what is wrong for our people.
Time has run out for all those who wait
with bent limbs and minds that are feeble.
And the rain falls and blows through their window
and the snow falls and blows through their door.
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation.
When the tides rise, they cover the floor.
They come from the north and they come from the south
and they come from the hills and the valleys.
And they're migrants and farmers and miners and humans,
our census neglected to tally.
And the rain falls and blows through their window
and the rain falls and it blows through their door.
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation.
When the tides rise, they cover the floor.
And they´re African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian,
hungry and hopeless Americans.
The orphans of wealth and of adequate health,
disowned by this nation they live in.
And with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand,
yet but one more degradation.
And they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps
this thriving and prosperous nation.
And the rain falls and blows through their window
and the snow falls and blows through their door.
And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation.
When the tides rise, they cover the floor.
And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets,
infested, diseased and decaying.
With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze,
by the poisonous pools, they are playing.
In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs
with corpses breathing inside them.
And we pity their plight as they call in the night
and we do all that we can do to hide them.
And the rain falls and blows through their window
and the snow falls in white drifts that fold
and the tides rise with floods in the nursery.
And a child is crying, he's hungry and cold,
his life has been sold, his young face looks old.
It's the face of America, dying.
Don McLean - Letras
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- American Pie
- And I Love You So
- Angry Words
- Babylon
- Bad Girl
- Believers
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- Bronco Bill's Lament
- Burgundian Carol
- Castles In The Air
- Chain Lightning
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- Color TV Blues
- Crazy Eyes
- Crossroads
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- Did You Know
- Dream Lover
- Dreidel
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- Empty Chairs
- Everybody Loves Me Baby
- Everyday
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- Flight Of Dragons
- Fool's Paradise
- General Store
- Going For The Gold
- Great Big Man
- Have You Seen Me
- Headroom
- Homeless Brother
- If I Only Had A Match
- If We Try
- Infinity
- Isn't It Strange
- It's Just The Sun
- Jerusalem
- Jump
- Just To Hold My Hand
- La La Love You
- Left For Dead On The Road Of Love
- Love Hurt
- Magdalene
- Magdalene Lane
- Maybe Baby
- Mother Nature
- Mountains Of Mourne
- My Name
- Narcisissma
- No Reason For Your Dreams
- Oh My What A Shame
- On The Amazon
- One In A Row
- Orphans Of Wealth
- Pride Parade
- Respectable
- Siamese Twins
- Since I Don't Have You
- Sister Fatima
- Sitting On Top Of The World
- Streets Of London
- Superman's Ghost
- Tapestry
- The Grave
- The More You Pay (The More It's Worth)
- The Pattern Is Broken
- The Wrong Thing To Do
- Three Flights Up
- Till Tomorrow
- To Have And To Hold
- Vincent
- What Will The World Be Like
- When a Good Thing Goes Bad
- When Love Begins
- Where Were You Baby?
- Winter Has Me In Its Grip
- Winterwood
- Wonderful Baby
- Wonderful Night
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- You Have Lived
- You Who Love The Truth
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