Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Day In July, artist - The Tragically Hip. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Black Day In July |
| Black Day in July |
| Motor City madness has touched the countryside |
| And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide |
| The door are quickly bolted and the children locked inside |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |
| And the soul of Motor City is feared across the land |
| As the book of law and order is taken in the hands |
| Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |
| In the streets of Motor City there’s a deadly silent sound |
| And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground |
| Upon the filthy pavements no reason can be found |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |
| Motor City madness has touched the countryside |
| And the people rise in anger and the streets begin to fill |
| And there’s gunfire from the rooftops and the blood begins to spill |
| Black Day in July |
| In the mansion of the Governor there’s nothing that is known for sure |
| The telephone is ringing and the pendulum is swinging |
| And the wonder how it happened and they really know the reason |
| And it wasn’t just the temperature and it wasn’t just the season |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |
| Motor City’s burning and the flames are running wild |
| They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake |
| And everyone is listening and everyone’s awake |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |
| The printing press is turning and the news is quickly flashed |
| And you read your morning paper and you sip your cup of tea |
| And you wonder just in passing is it him or is it me |
| Black Day in July |
| In the Office of the President the deed is done the troops are sent |
| There’s really not much choice you see it looks to us like anarchy |
| And then the tanks go rolling in patch things up as best they can |
| There is no time to hesitate the speech is made the dues can wait |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |
| The streets of Motor City now are are quiet and serene |
| But the shapes of gutted buildings strike terror to the heart |
| And you say how did it happen and you say how did it start |
| Why can’t we all be brothers why can’t we live in peace |
| But the hands of the the have-nots keep falling out of reach |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |
| Motor City madness has touched the countryside |
| And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide |
| The door are quickly bolted and the children locked inside |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |
| Black Day in July |