Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mountaintop , by - Gangstagrass. Song from the album Broken Hearts and Stolen Money, in the genre КантриRelease date: 27.01.2014
Record label: Rench Audio
Song language: English
Mountaintop |
| Tall city-slicker with a lie to sell |
| Comin' up in here where I dwell |
| Now I’m livin' in a bombed-out shell |
| Took my heaven and they built a hell |
| ('Til your future is a song that remains unsung) |
| Ruination day at hand |
| Poison water and a back-room plan |
| Bought and sold my native land |
| There once was a mountain where I stand |
| ('Til your future is a song that remains unsung) |
| You don’t know my face |
| You don’t know my name |
| I talk different than you and I don’t look the same |
| I speak in circles to back up my claim |
| I will rob you blind; |
| rape, pillage, and maim |
| Yo, I’m so connected and it goes so far |
| Pollution so bad it’ll rot your car |
| Not to mention your brain and lungs |
| 'Til your future is a song that remains unsung |
| Hey hey, fi-diddle-day |
| The luscious green is now dead and gray |
| Hi hi, fi-diddle-die |
| Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky |
| Particulate mercury, lead, arsenic |
| Your whole family’s sick, miners buried in a ditch |
| from hollow valley filled |
| Toxic by-products making you ill |
| There’s a coal-burning plant on the horizon |
| Life expectancy falls and profits risin' |
| Money pays legislators, they do us favors |
| Now you got a brain tumor |
| So do five of your neighbors |
| Hey hey, fi-diddle-day |
| The luscious green is now dead and gray |
| Hi hi, fi-diddle-die |
| Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky |
| Let the picket lines get blurred |
| Let the prophet’s soul get slurred |
| Profit ain’t no dirty word |
| But what he said ain’t what I heard |
| ('Til your future is a song that remains unsung) |
| Seduce the man and bribe the press |
| All in the name of «progress» |
| You double-talk, I second-guess |
| You get more and I get less |
| ('Til your future is a song that remains unsung) |
| Bust your union to crush your will |
| Take all of the jobs as we go in for the kill |
| Blast the mountain where there would be a windmill |
| Blow it all to smithereens 'til there’s just rubble on a hill |
| Loud sound effects, mad birth defects |
| Jobs you never see we use as a pretext |
| When it rains it’ll flood, bury your home in mud |
| Ain’t no love |
| Carcinogens in your blood |
| Hey hey, fi-diddle-day |
| The luscious green is now dead and gray |
| Hi hi, fi-diddle-die |
| Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky |
| Grassroots movement just might shut us down |
| We gotta stop them before they run us outta town |
| Listen to the chants, see the people, hear the sound |
| Guess like a windmill what goes around comes around |
| Hey hey, fi-diddle-day |
| The luscious green is now dead and gray |
| Hi hi, fi-diddle-die |
| Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky |