lifeblood: songs: lyrics: muster


all of the daddies were weathered
all of the mommas were torn
still the whole village came
in their finest to see
what could possibly be born
out of a house divided
in a world so brutal and maimed
but then we saw the kids
and found ourselves saying

we're gonna make it up to you
(every day)
every day of our life
(of our lives)
we're gonna make it up
(we're gonna)
we're gonna get this right
(get this right)

some people held their daddy's guns
me i hung mine on the wall
for every war we could have won
without shooting them at all
is this the best we could muster
custer
or just prayers for the slain
(i wanna get this right)
i wanna get this right
and not the same ol thing

i wanna make this up to you
(make this up)
(every day)
every day of my life
(of my life)
i wanna make this up
(i wanna)
i wanna get this right
(get this right)

born of privilege
born of none
hunger disease
it's
all a gun
clean your plate kid
i want you to understand
the isolation we breed
the hunger in yemen

it's your first lock down
you're so young
but
so are the kids
under the barrel bombs
it's the evil we helped let loose
it's what we've become
it's
all a gun
it's
all a gun

i don't know where we come from
what i know is that we ain't done
we got the river running
(back of a turtle)
(the garden of eden)
we got the animal cunning
(the cosmic dust)
(why do we keep on gunning)
i got no use for these ramparts
ivory towers
or the lines in the sand
i think enough of the time
we want the same thing

we're gonna make it up to you
(make it up)
(every day)
every day of our lives
(of our lives)
we're wanna make it up
(we're gonna)
we're wanna get this right
(get this right)

words and music by amy ray


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