Song | How come |
Artist | Ray LaMontagne |
Album | Introducing Raycharles Lamontagne |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
People on the street now | |
Faces long and grim | |
Souls are feeling heavy | |
And faith is growing thin | |
Fears are getting stronger | |
You feel them on the rise | |
Hopelessness got some by the throat | |
You can see it in their eyes | |
I said, "How come? | |
How come" | |
Everybody on a shoestring | |
Everybody in a hole | |
Everybody on a old jet plane | |
Crossing their fingers and toes | |
Government man spin his politics | |
Till they got you pinned | |
Everybody trying to reach out to each other | |
But they don't know where to begin | |
I said, "How come | |
I can't tell the free world from living hell?" | |
I said, "How come | |
How come all I see is a child of God in misery?" | |
I said, "How come?" | |
The pistol now as profit | |
The bullet some kind of Lord and King | |
But pain is the only promise | |
That this so called savior is going to bring | |
Love can be a liar | |
And justice can be a thief | |
And freedom can be an empty cup | |
From which everybody want to drink | |
I said, "How come | |
I can't tell the free world from living hell?" | |
I said, "How come | |
How come all I see is a child of God in misery?" | |
I said, "How come?" | |
It's just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, I don't understand it | |
It's just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, I don't understand it | |
It's just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, killing man | |
killing man, killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, I don't understand it | |
I don't understand it | |
I don't understand it | |
I don't understand it | |
How come? | |
I said, "How come? | |
How come?†| |
I said, "How come?" |
People on the street now | |
Faces long and grim | |
Souls are feeling heavy | |
And faith is growing thin | |
Fears are getting stronger | |
You feel them on the rise | |
Hopelessness got some by the throat | |
You can see it in their eyes | |
I said, " How come? | |
How come" | |
Everybody on a shoestring | |
Everybody in a hole | |
Everybody on a old jet plane | |
Crossing their fingers and toes | |
Government man spin his politics | |
Till they got you pinned | |
Everybody trying to reach out to each other | |
But they don' t know where to begin | |
I said, " How come | |
I can' t tell the free world from living hell?" | |
I said, " How come | |
How come all I see is a child of God in misery?" | |
I said, " How come?" | |
The pistol now as profit | |
The bullet some kind of Lord and King | |
But pain is the only promise | |
That this so called savior is going to bring | |
Love can be a liar | |
And justice can be a thief | |
And freedom can be an empty cup | |
From which everybody want to drink | |
I said, " How come | |
I can' t tell the free world from living hell?" | |
I said, " How come | |
How come all I see is a child of God in misery?" | |
I said, " How come?" | |
It' s just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, I don' t understand it | |
It' s just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, I don' t understand it | |
It' s just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, killing man | |
killing man, killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, I don' t understand it | |
I don' t understand it | |
I don' t understand it | |
I don' t understand it | |
How come? | |
I said, " How come? | |
How come? | |
I said, " How come?" |
People on the street now | |
Faces long and grim | |
Souls are feeling heavy | |
And faith is growing thin | |
Fears are getting stronger | |
You feel them on the rise | |
Hopelessness got some by the throat | |
You can see it in their eyes | |
I said, " How come? | |
How come" | |
Everybody on a shoestring | |
Everybody in a hole | |
Everybody on a old jet plane | |
Crossing their fingers and toes | |
Government man spin his politics | |
Till they got you pinned | |
Everybody trying to reach out to each other | |
But they don' t know where to begin | |
I said, " How come | |
I can' t tell the free world from living hell?" | |
I said, " How come | |
How come all I see is a child of God in misery?" | |
I said, " How come?" | |
The pistol now as profit | |
The bullet some kind of Lord and King | |
But pain is the only promise | |
That this so called savior is going to bring | |
Love can be a liar | |
And justice can be a thief | |
And freedom can be an empty cup | |
From which everybody want to drink | |
I said, " How come | |
I can' t tell the free world from living hell?" | |
I said, " How come | |
How come all I see is a child of God in misery?" | |
I said, " How come?" | |
It' s just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, I don' t understand it | |
It' s just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, I don' t understand it | |
It' s just man killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, killing man, killing man | |
killing man, killing man, killing man | |
Killing man, I don' t understand it | |
I don' t understand it | |
I don' t understand it | |
I don' t understand it | |
How come? | |
I said, " How come? | |
How come? | |
I said, " How come?" |