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It's coming through a hole in the air, It's coming from the sorrow in the street, Sail on, sail on It's coming to America first, It's coming from the women and the men. Sail on, sail on … <\/p>\n I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
\n"Democracy"<\/p>\n
\nfrom those nights in Tiananmen Square.
\nIt's coming from the feel
\nthat this ain't exactly real,
\nor it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
\nFrom the wars against disorder,
\nfrom the sirens night and day,
\nfrom the fires of the homeless,
\nfrom the ashes of the gay:
\nDemocracy is coming to the U.S.A.
\nIt's coming through a crack in the wall;
\non a visionary flood of alcohol;
\nfrom the staggering account
\nof the Sermon on the Mount
\nwhich I don't pretend to understand at all.
\nIt's coming from the silence
\non the dock of the bay,
\nfrom the brave, the bold, the battered
\nheart of Chevrolet:
\nDemocracy is coming to the U.S.A. <\/p>\n
\nthe holy places where the races meet;
\nfrom the homicidal bitchin'
\nthat goes down in every kitchen
\nto determine who will serve and who will eat.
\nFrom the wells of disappointment
\nwhere the women kneel to pray
\nfor the grace of God in the desert here
\nand the desert far away:
\nDemocracy is coming to the U.S.A. <\/p>\n
\nO mighty Ship of State!
\nTo the Shores of Need
\nPast the Reefs of Greed
\nThrough the Squalls of Hate
\nSail on, sail on, sail on, sail on. <\/p>\n
\nthe cradle of the best and of the worst.
\nIt's here they got the range
\nand the machinery for change
\nand it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
\nIt's here the family's broken
\nand it's here the lonely say
\nthat the heart has got to open
\nin a fundamental way:
\nDemocracy is coming to the U.S.A. <\/p>\n
\nO baby, we'll be making love again.
\nWe'll be going down so deep
\nthe river's going to weep,
\nand the mountain's going to shout Amen!
\nIt's coming like the tidal flood
\nbeneath the lunar sway,
\nimperial, mysterious,
\nin amorous array:
\nDemocracy is coming to the U.S.A. <\/p>\n
\nI love the country but I can't stand the scene.
\nAnd I'm neither left or right
\nI'm just staying home tonight,
\ngetting lost in that hopeless little screen.
\nBut I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
\nthat Time cannot decay,
\nI'm junk but I'm still holding up
\nthis little wild bouquet:
\nDemocracy is coming to the U.S.A. <\/p>\n