Somebody's Jail-Holly Near
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TXT Somebody's Jail-Holly Near 文本歌词
Somebody's Jail - Holly Near
Written by：Holly Near
Just walking along shopping for food
Stepping out of the line of fire when people are rude
Cheap stuff made in China someone calls it a sale
Somebody's mama somebody's daughter
Somebody's jail
Beat down in the market stoned to death in the plaza
Raped on the hillside under the gun from L.A. to Gaza
A house made of cardboard living close to the rail
Somebody's mama somebody's daughter
Somebody's jail
And I feel the witch in my veins
I feel the mother in my shoe
I feel the scream in my soul
The blood as I sing the ancient blue
They burned in the millions
I still smell the fire in my grandma's hair
The war against women rages on
Beware of the fairytale
Somebody's mama somebody's daughter
Somebody's jail
The noise of elections the promise of change
A grabbing of power at the top a day at the rifle range
Somebody's in danger somebody's for sale
Somebody's mama somebody's daughter
Somebody's jail
And I feel the witch in my veins
I feel the mother in my shoe
I feel the scream in my soul
The blood as I sing the ancient blue
They burned in the millions
I still smell the fire in my grandma's hair
The war against women rages on
Beware of the fairytale
Somebody's mama somebody's daughter
Somebody's jail
It isn't a country
It's not on a map
The weight of the world on somebody's back
It's the clothes that I wear it's the food that I eat
It's the women and the children living out on the street
It's the war at the border the refugee camp
It's the child bride doomed to walk the ramp
It's the boot in the stomach the slap in the face
It's the death that is handed out simply by race
Rape by the soldiers abduction of sons
It's nuclear threat the fascination with guns
Looks at the office the danger at night
The one you call darling coming home for a fight
It's the aids with no borders it's the African teen
It's the women all over simply going unseen
It's the arrogant posture the man on the moon
It's the dying of need before the promise of soon
It's the millions who go without food and water
It's somebody's mother
It's somebody's daughter
And I feel the witch in my veins
I feel the mother in my shoe
I feel the scream in my soul
The blood as I sing the ancient blue
They burned in the millions
I still smell the fire in my grandma's hair
The war against women rages on
Beware of the fairytale
Somebody's mama somebody's daughter
Somebody's jail
