Here we sit upon the fringe
We'll break the bread and start the binge again
Lead me to some past to follow
Raise my glass and toast to swallowing

(chorus)
But this proud land, it is not real
You know they feed up on the weak
Not on the wheat
It seems to be

Tuned in are the wide-eyed screening
Sounds without a meaning just a trend
Sow your seed and pass the bag
We've raised the corn and now the flag, amen


(chorus)

(bridge)
On any nameless street
The clothes are on the line
The dogwood's blooming
And the paper's right on time
(instrumental break)


Black and white it's read to us
To feed the hand that feeds on us again
Sell the pride and wear a grin
'Cause happy days are here again

(chorus)

Writer : STEVENS/SPAHR/RIVERS
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC