Текст песни Robert Bradley's Postcard — David Mead

Let’s sing a song for a thousand years heard
Allen Ginsberg just died
From the back of the bus I wrote the postcard
Said I was happy but I lied
Six feet in hallow ground
Rolled over to the sound of freedom
The boy can’t help but if he’s cut out bleeding
This is the story born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory, love for you make of America
And neutralize your focus or I doubt
You’ll even notice when you’re gone
I pledge allegiance to Marlon Brando
God kissed the Buddha and He sighed
The court and spark of Robert Bradley
The poet knows it when he’s right
God bless the ground you break
God save the earth you take 'cause maybe
The crowd won’t notice an aborted baby
This is the story born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory, love for you make of America
And neutralize your focus or I doubt
You’ll even notice when you’re gone
Cut out the fat, I’m down with that, I’m down with that
Cut out your bullshit, I’m sick of it
I’m sick of it, yeah
She sums you up, she sums you up I placed the call from just south of Hamburg
Said I was lonely but I lied
She sums you up, you may not like it But you have the luxury of time
This is the story born in the womb of America
This is the glorious dawn
This is the glory, love for you make of America
And neutralize your focus or I doubt
You’ll even notice when you’re gone, when you’re gone