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capriccio Donating Member (306 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-02-05 11:04 AM
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Bush does the Boss
The screen door slams
America’s flag waves
Like a vision I dance across the porch
As the radio plays
Rush Limbaugh braying for the angry
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me out again
I just can't face myself again
Don't run back inside,
America, you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that brazen anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't liberal, but hey you're right
Oh and that's far right to me

You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
But now I'm your hero
I’m no longer a jerk
All the redemption you need
Is beneath my dirty smirk
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll over the world. Wow!
And let the wind blow back our hair
Well the night's busting open
Our two big fists will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in ideals on some deals
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to trash the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a liar in the sun
Hey I know it's hateful, but we can make it fun
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this power
And I learned how to make it talk
And Karl’s got my back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All my promises'll be broken
There’s ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys I sent away
They haunt those dusty desert roads
In the skeleton frames of burned out Humvees

They scream your name at night in the street
Your proud flag lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their guns roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so America climb in
It's a world full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win.
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