Song | Golden Country |
Artist | REO Speedwagon |
Album | Take It on the Run: The Best of REO Speedwagon |
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Lyrics:Gary Richrath Music:Gary Richrath | |
Golden country your face is so red | |
With all of your money your poor can be fed | |
You strut around and you flirt with disaster | |
Never really carin' just what comes after | |
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand | |
Mortgage people you crawl to your homes | |
Your security lies in your bed of white foam | |
You act concerned but then why turn away | |
When a lady was raped on your doorstep today | |
Well your blacks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah...... | |
(solo) | |
Golden country your face is so red | |
With all of your money your poor can be fed | |
You strut around and you flirt with disaster | |
Never really carin' just what comes after | |
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand | |
(repeat) |
Lyrics: Gary Richrath Music: Gary Richrath | |
Golden country your face is so red | |
With all of your money your poor can be fed | |
You strut around and you flirt with disaster | |
Never really carin' just what comes after | |
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand | |
Mortgage people you crawl to your homes | |
Your security lies in your bed of white foam | |
You act concerned but then why turn away | |
When a lady was raped on your doorstep today | |
Well your blacks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah...... | |
solo | |
Golden country your face is so red | |
With all of your money your poor can be fed | |
You strut around and you flirt with disaster | |
Never really carin' just what comes after | |
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand | |
repeat |
Lyrics: Gary Richrath Music: Gary Richrath | |
Golden country your face is so red | |
With all of your money your poor can be fed | |
You strut around and you flirt with disaster | |
Never really carin' just what comes after | |
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand | |
Mortgage people you crawl to your homes | |
Your security lies in your bed of white foam | |
You act concerned but then why turn away | |
When a lady was raped on your doorstep today | |
Well your blacks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah...... | |
solo | |
Golden country your face is so red | |
With all of your money your poor can be fed | |
You strut around and you flirt with disaster | |
Never really carin' just what comes after | |
Well your blacks are dyin' but your back is still turned | |
And your freaks are cryin' but your back is still turned | |
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn | |
The time has come for you my friend | |
To all this ugliness we must put an end | |
Before we leave we must make a stand | |
repeat |