Great Imperialist State 歌词

	作曲 : White
	There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
	A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand
	Till the soil, plant the seed, wait a while, cut the leaf
	And send another cup of tea to me
	I'm a spoiled child of the Great Imperialist State
	I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate
	I never walked a mile to the well,
	when the tap runs dry, do tell
	What will become of you and me
	What will become of us, who will give us trust
	Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
	That I felt shame, when I looked the other way
	Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door
	Those capitalist pigs? No, they don't live here anymore
	Slipped out the back door into my car
	How far can you drive, how far
	There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land
	Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand
	What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand
	The world will not deliver on demand
	What will become of us, who will give us trust
	Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
	That I felt shame, when I looked the other way

	zuo qu : White
	There' s a farmer in a distant country working on the land
	A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand
	Till the soil, plant the seed, wait a while, cut the leaf
	And send another cup of tea to me
	I' m a spoiled child of the Great Imperialist State
	I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate
	I never walked a mile to the well,
	when the tap runs dry, do tell
	What will become of you and me
	What will become of us, who will give us trust
	Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
	That I felt shame, when I looked the other way
	Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door
	Those capitalist pigs? No, they don' t live here anymore
	Slipped out the back door into my car
	How far can you drive, how far
	There' s a farmer in a distant country working on the land
	Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand
	What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand
	The world will not deliver on demand
	What will become of us, who will give us trust
	Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
	That I felt shame, when I looked the other way

	zuò qǔ : White
	There' s a farmer in a distant country working on the land
	A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand
	Till the soil, plant the seed, wait a while, cut the leaf
	And send another cup of tea to me
	I' m a spoiled child of the Great Imperialist State
	I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate
	I never walked a mile to the well,
	when the tap runs dry, do tell
	What will become of you and me
	What will become of us, who will give us trust
	Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
	That I felt shame, when I looked the other way
	Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door
	Those capitalist pigs? No, they don' t live here anymore
	Slipped out the back door into my car
	How far can you drive, how far
	There' s a farmer in a distant country working on the land
	Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand
	What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand
	The world will not deliver on demand
	What will become of us, who will give us trust
	Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain
	That I felt shame, when I looked the other way

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