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Thompson Richard Across A Crowded Room Walking Through A Wasted Land I'm walking through a wasted land Of soft sell concrete and rust What ever happened to this country? Where is the hand you can trust? Walk down, walk down, walk down I remember when a farmer was ashamed If he never put his hand to a plough You can buy a lot of shame with your money He's riding in a limousine now Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! Sweat is the name of this town It's an ugly old, dirty old disgrace And now that the steel's shut down It's fear puts the sweat in a man's face Walk down, walk down, walk down Oh now I should have a break like you But somebody stacked up the decks Heads are going to roll some day If we ever get this yoke off our necks Walk down, walk down, walk down, oh Well I'm walking through a wasted land I'm walking through a wasted land Where is the future we planned I'm walking through a wasted land Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! |
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