| Got my belly, for her pillow
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| And the rain, to wash her clothes
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| Cement mattress, walls of cardboard
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| We ain’t helpless, we’re homeless and it shows
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| Those concerned, talk it up on cable
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| They’re so worried, «the shame», well it’s not right
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| Mr. Bigshot, no action, no justice
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| What’s your number, can I call you tonight?
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| Tears don’t put food in my baby’s mouth
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| Or corduroy on her skinny legs
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| Tears freeze like us when the heat goes south
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| Tears don’t give when my baby begs
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| Yeah, your tears ain’t enough
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| When the going get’s rough
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| Tears ain’t enough
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| There’s a moral plague and a greedy congress
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| They won’t stop the drugs or the flying lead
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| I wake up a little sadder each morning
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| 'Cause one more innocent child’s dead
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| Hey de hey, hi de ho
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| Yes, I’m ready, man to go go go
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| To another planet, for another life
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| Dear god how will I feed my kid tonight?
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| Yeah, your tears ain’t enough
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| When the going gets rough
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| Tears ain’t enough |