Out by a shanty, where the dust hangs high Far from a river where things grow green
Flowers weep and they lean away From the blood-stained soil beneath my feet
The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose And the darkness amplifies the sound
Of printer's ink on propaganda page That will rule your life and fuel my rage
I tried to be my needs, but my needs were already met
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now
I called my God, but he was sleeping on that day
I guess I'll just have to depend on me
I guess I'll just have to depend on me
The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
And the darkness amplifies the sound Of printer's ink on propaganda page
That will rule your life and fuel my rage
I tried to be my needs, but my needs were already met
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now
I called my God, but he was sleeping on that day
I guess I'll just have to depend on me
Oh
Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
That I surrender for my right to be
My daddy died to leave his haunted ground
And his sacred ground still haunts me
Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
That I surrender for my right to be
My daddy died to leave his haunted ground
And his sacred ground still haunts me
Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
That I surrender for my right to be
My daddy died to leave his haunted ground
And his sacred ground still haunts me
Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
That I surrender for my right to be
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