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More thoughts on some of the various ways one might meet death prematurely in modern America. (with hidden surprise!)
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Genre:
Acoustic - Folk
Songs by artist:
264 songs
Upload date
June 14, 2005
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MP3 19.0 MB
128 kbps bitrate
0:00 minutes
Words/music
David Rovics © David Rovics 1998 All Rights Reserved
Story behind the song
More thoughts on some of the various ways one might meet death prematurely in modern America. (with hidden surprise!)
Lyrics
If I die tomorrow Maybe in a speeding car You know I like to travel With my notebook and guitar But there's too many cars out there Not enough train tracks I tried flapping my wings But I just don't have the knack Don't talk to me of accidents In this great democracy America will be the death of me If I die tomorrow My body blown apart By some child with a shotgun Raging fire in his heart Killed in some concrete jungle warzone By some kid who never learned to write Raised by desperation And surviving the long night In the wrong place at the wrong time In this land of opportunity America will be the death of me If I die tomorrow From a pipe bomb beneath my seat Or from drowning in the bathtub Or choking on a piece of meat You can rest assured I did not mean to slip upon the grass It was no one that I knew Who rammed the plunger up my ass It's just that I was told To speak freely America will be the death of me But I may not die tomorrow And my death will not give pause To the coroner who may say That I died of natural cause Lungs black from breathing city air Cancer coursing through my veins I'll be glowing in the dark From the radiation rains So here's a toast to Uncle Sam And to mortality And America, which will be the death of me ---- Created December, 1998 Updated October, 2000 Copyright David Rovics 1998, all rights reserved