Song | Open Letter (To A Landlord) |
Artist | Living Colour |
Album | VIVID |
作词 : Morris, Reid | |
Now you can tear a building down | |
But you can't erase a memory | |
These houses may look all run down | |
But they have a value you can't see... | |
This is my neighborhood | |
This is where i come from | |
I call this place my home | |
You call this place a slum | |
You wanna run all the people out | |
This what you're all about | |
Treat poor people just like trash | |
Turn around and make big cash | |
Chorus: now you can tear a building down | |
But you can't erase a memory | |
These houses may look all run down | |
But they have a value you can't see | |
Last month there was a fire | |
I saw seven children die | |
You sent flowers to their family | |
But your sympathy's a lie | |
Cause every building that you burn | |
Is more blood money that you earn | |
We are forced to relocate | |
>from the pain that you create | |
Chorus | |
We lived here for so many years | |
Now this house is full of fear | |
For a profit you will take control | |
Where will all the older people go? | |
There used to be when kids could play | |
Without the scourge of drug's decay | |
Now our kids are living dead | |
They crack and blow their lives away | |
Chorus | |
You've got to fight | |
You've got a right | |
To fight for your neighborhood! |
zuò cí : Morris, Reid | |
Now you can tear a building down | |
But you can' t erase a memory | |
These houses may look all run down | |
But they have a value you can' t see... | |
This is my neighborhood | |
This is where i come from | |
I call this place my home | |
You call this place a slum | |
You wanna run all the people out | |
This what you' re all about | |
Treat poor people just like trash | |
Turn around and make big cash | |
Chorus: now you can tear a building down | |
But you can' t erase a memory | |
These houses may look all run down | |
But they have a value you can' t see | |
Last month there was a fire | |
I saw seven children die | |
You sent flowers to their family | |
But your sympathy' s a lie | |
Cause every building that you burn | |
Is more blood money that you earn | |
We are forced to relocate | |
from the pain that you create | |
Chorus | |
We lived here for so many years | |
Now this house is full of fear | |
For a profit you will take control | |
Where will all the older people go? | |
There used to be when kids could play | |
Without the scourge of drug' s decay | |
Now our kids are living dead | |
They crack and blow their lives away | |
Chorus | |
You' ve got to fight | |
You' ve got a right | |
To fight for your neighborhood! |