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COUNT YOUR COIN
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"We are the victims of your point of view - You think the world was put here just for you"
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Folk - Country - Jazz - Pop
A broad range of genres and production values - from studio work to raw live performances on acoustic instruments back in the days of killer tape hiss. (All were produced as song demos vs artist demos.) IF YOU'RE A LYRIC FAN, click on the "full" or "full song info" line and play the songs from there. That way you can read the lyrics at the bottom of the page as the song plays. I am guilty of all the words, music, arrangements, production, and male vocals. Fortunately, for both you AND me, friends handled the female vocals. (Thanks Leanne, Bodra, Dianne, & Roxanne!) See ya out there!
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #374
Peak in subgenre #45
Author
Van Clayton Powel
Rights
VeePo Music
Uploaded
March 14, 2011
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:17
Lyrics
COUNT YOUR COIN We are the victims of your point of view You think the world was put here just for you You deal in cash and you manipulate The devil helps you navigate Sell your bombs, put your landmines under children’s feet Cut the old growth forests down Pump the oil into oceans, poison every creek Don’t let your conscience rejoin, just count your coin Find the island we call paradise Build your house and say it’s mighty nice Then one year later stand and make your speech Announcing strip malls on the beach Buy all the water, make us pay to take a drink Claim all the seeds from Nature’s womb Advertise to our children, tell them what to think Don’t let your conscience rejoin, just count your coin I remember times of innocence When our minds were not for sale Yes, I remember times of innocence But we’ve let heaven go to hell, yes go to hell Take a pill that says it’s time for sex Take another ‘cause your life’s a mess Be a victim of their point of view Don’t stand up and shout, “Hey, you!” “Take your bombs and shove them where the sun don’t shone Leave those goddamn trees alone You can have your piece but this world’s also mine Stop acting like you were just born to count your coin” I remember times of innocence When our souls were not for sale Yes, I remember times of innocence But we’ve let heaven go to hell, yes go to hell “Take your bombs and shove them where the sun don’t shone Leave those goddamn trees alone You can have your piece but this world’s also mine Stop acting like you were just born to count your coin” ©2010 Van Clayton Powel
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