Song | How Long |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Now Hear This! Independent Music Awards 2008 Winners |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
one’s slow & one’s grumpy | |
they live in the white house | |
they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
let’s make sure when the day finally comes | |
time to move out | |
they don’t hand the keys off to one of their friends | |
and how long are we gonna put up with this | |
how long can we keep getting kicked in the head | |
come back and beg for more | |
this renegade frat boy is hazing the country | |
his cronies and yes men all cheering him on | |
when we beg him to stop he just pulls off our dignity | |
pins down our arms ’til our spirit is gone | |
and how long….. | |
the Miller’s next door, we don’t see them much lately | |
their kids used to play ’til the light disappeared | |
and the oldest one, James, so proud in his uniform | |
let’s see, he would’ve been 20 this year | |
still you send off our boys with a patriot noise | |
and you can’t even show up on weekends to serve | |
you strike up a war to settle a score | |
yeah you know what it’s for | |
and you’ve got your nerve | |
and how long…. | |
what happened to leaders who actually cared | |
for their places in history, cared for the truth | |
now we get dimwits who gloat over gimlets | |
with kerosene eyes and hearts cold as duluth | |
and how long… | |
i’d so love to not feel so constantly twisted up | |
heated, clench-fi sted and chronically mad | |
no better than those dealing the blows | |
and spending the time i’ll wish later i had | |
when you care for the cause, | |
you act to protect it | |
when you care for the truth, | |
you do not correct it | |
when you care for the earth, | |
you try not to neglect it | |
when you care about light, | |
you help to refl ect it | |
history’s memory is snap photographic | |
and history’s eyes have the deadliest aim | |
but history’s heart will be far from empathic | |
when it fi nally gets to uncover your game | |
and how long…. | |
one’s slow & one’s grumpy | |
they live in the white house | |
they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
let’s make sure when the day fi nally comes | |
time to move out | |
they don’t hand the keys off | |
to one of their friends | |
kenny white…piano |
one' s slow one' s grumpy | |
they live in the white house | |
they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
let' s make sure when the day finally comes | |
time to move out | |
they don' t hand the keys off to one of their friends | |
and how long are we gonna put up with this | |
how long can we keep getting kicked in the head | |
come back and beg for more | |
this renegade frat boy is hazing the country | |
his cronies and yes men all cheering him on | |
when we beg him to stop he just pulls off our dignity | |
pins down our arms ' til our spirit is gone | |
and how long.. | |
the Miller' s next door, we don' t see them much lately | |
their kids used to play ' til the light disappeared | |
and the oldest one, James, so proud in his uniform | |
let' s see, he would' ve been 20 this year | |
still you send off our boys with a patriot noise | |
and you can' t even show up on weekends to serve | |
you strike up a war to settle a score | |
yeah you know what it' s for | |
and you' ve got your nerve | |
and how long. | |
what happened to leaders who actually cared | |
for their places in history, cared for the truth | |
now we get dimwits who gloat over gimlets | |
with kerosene eyes and hearts cold as duluth | |
and how long | |
i' d so love to not feel so constantly twisted up | |
heated, clenchfi sted and chronically mad | |
no better than those dealing the blows | |
and spending the time i' ll wish later i had | |
when you care for the cause, | |
you act to protect it | |
when you care for the truth, | |
you do not correct it | |
when you care for the earth, | |
you try not to neglect it | |
when you care about light, | |
you help to refl ect it | |
history' s memory is snap photographic | |
and history' s eyes have the deadliest aim | |
but history' s heart will be far from empathic | |
when it fi nally gets to uncover your game | |
and how long. | |
one' s slow one' s grumpy | |
they live in the white house | |
they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
let' s make sure when the day fi nally comes | |
time to move out | |
they don' t hand the keys off | |
to one of their friends | |
kenny white piano |
one' s slow one' s grumpy | |
they live in the white house | |
they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
let' s make sure when the day finally comes | |
time to move out | |
they don' t hand the keys off to one of their friends | |
and how long are we gonna put up with this | |
how long can we keep getting kicked in the head | |
come back and beg for more | |
this renegade frat boy is hazing the country | |
his cronies and yes men all cheering him on | |
when we beg him to stop he just pulls off our dignity | |
pins down our arms ' til our spirit is gone | |
and how long.. | |
the Miller' s next door, we don' t see them much lately | |
their kids used to play ' til the light disappeared | |
and the oldest one, James, so proud in his uniform | |
let' s see, he would' ve been 20 this year | |
still you send off our boys with a patriot noise | |
and you can' t even show up on weekends to serve | |
you strike up a war to settle a score | |
yeah you know what it' s for | |
and you' ve got your nerve | |
and how long. | |
what happened to leaders who actually cared | |
for their places in history, cared for the truth | |
now we get dimwits who gloat over gimlets | |
with kerosene eyes and hearts cold as duluth | |
and how long | |
i' d so love to not feel so constantly twisted up | |
heated, clenchfi sted and chronically mad | |
no better than those dealing the blows | |
and spending the time i' ll wish later i had | |
when you care for the cause, | |
you act to protect it | |
when you care for the truth, | |
you do not correct it | |
when you care for the earth, | |
you try not to neglect it | |
when you care about light, | |
you help to refl ect it | |
history' s memory is snap photographic | |
and history' s eyes have the deadliest aim | |
but history' s heart will be far from empathic | |
when it fi nally gets to uncover your game | |
and how long. | |
one' s slow one' s grumpy | |
they live in the white house | |
they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
let' s make sure when the day fi nally comes | |
time to move out | |
they don' t hand the keys off | |
to one of their friends | |
kenny white piano |