| Song | How Long |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Now Hear This! Independent Music Awards 2008 Winners |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| one’s slow & one’s grumpy | |
| they live in the white house | |
| they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
| let’s make sure when the day finally comes | |
| time to move out | |
| they don’t hand the keys off to one of their friends | |
| and how long are we gonna put up with this | |
| how long can we keep getting kicked in the head | |
| come back and beg for more | |
| this renegade frat boy is hazing the country | |
| his cronies and yes men all cheering him on | |
| when we beg him to stop he just pulls off our dignity | |
| pins down our arms ’til our spirit is gone | |
| and how long….. | |
| the Miller’s next door, we don’t see them much lately | |
| their kids used to play ’til the light disappeared | |
| and the oldest one, James, so proud in his uniform | |
| let’s see, he would’ve been 20 this year | |
| still you send off our boys with a patriot noise | |
| and you can’t even show up on weekends to serve | |
| you strike up a war to settle a score | |
| yeah you know what it’s for | |
| and you’ve got your nerve | |
| and how long…. | |
| what happened to leaders who actually cared | |
| for their places in history, cared for the truth | |
| now we get dimwits who gloat over gimlets | |
| with kerosene eyes and hearts cold as duluth | |
| and how long… | |
| i’d so love to not feel so constantly twisted up | |
| heated, clench-fi sted and chronically mad | |
| no better than those dealing the blows | |
| and spending the time i’ll wish later i had | |
| when you care for the cause, | |
| you act to protect it | |
| when you care for the truth, | |
| you do not correct it | |
| when you care for the earth, | |
| you try not to neglect it | |
| when you care about light, | |
| you help to refl ect it | |
| history’s memory is snap photographic | |
| and history’s eyes have the deadliest aim | |
| but history’s heart will be far from empathic | |
| when it fi nally gets to uncover your game | |
| and how long…. | |
| one’s slow & one’s grumpy | |
| they live in the white house | |
| they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
| let’s make sure when the day fi nally comes | |
| time to move out | |
| they don’t hand the keys off | |
| to one of their friends | |
| kenny white…piano |
| one' s slow one' s grumpy | |
| they live in the white house | |
| they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
| let' s make sure when the day finally comes | |
| time to move out | |
| they don' t hand the keys off to one of their friends | |
| and how long are we gonna put up with this | |
| how long can we keep getting kicked in the head | |
| come back and beg for more | |
| this renegade frat boy is hazing the country | |
| his cronies and yes men all cheering him on | |
| when we beg him to stop he just pulls off our dignity | |
| pins down our arms ' til our spirit is gone | |
| and how long.. | |
| the Miller' s next door, we don' t see them much lately | |
| their kids used to play ' til the light disappeared | |
| and the oldest one, James, so proud in his uniform | |
| let' s see, he would' ve been 20 this year | |
| still you send off our boys with a patriot noise | |
| and you can' t even show up on weekends to serve | |
| you strike up a war to settle a score | |
| yeah you know what it' s for | |
| and you' ve got your nerve | |
| and how long. | |
| what happened to leaders who actually cared | |
| for their places in history, cared for the truth | |
| now we get dimwits who gloat over gimlets | |
| with kerosene eyes and hearts cold as duluth | |
| and how long | |
| i' d so love to not feel so constantly twisted up | |
| heated, clenchfi sted and chronically mad | |
| no better than those dealing the blows | |
| and spending the time i' ll wish later i had | |
| when you care for the cause, | |
| you act to protect it | |
| when you care for the truth, | |
| you do not correct it | |
| when you care for the earth, | |
| you try not to neglect it | |
| when you care about light, | |
| you help to refl ect it | |
| history' s memory is snap photographic | |
| and history' s eyes have the deadliest aim | |
| but history' s heart will be far from empathic | |
| when it fi nally gets to uncover your game | |
| and how long. | |
| one' s slow one' s grumpy | |
| they live in the white house | |
| they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
| let' s make sure when the day fi nally comes | |
| time to move out | |
| they don' t hand the keys off | |
| to one of their friends | |
| kenny white piano |
| one' s slow one' s grumpy | |
| they live in the white house | |
| they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
| let' s make sure when the day finally comes | |
| time to move out | |
| they don' t hand the keys off to one of their friends | |
| and how long are we gonna put up with this | |
| how long can we keep getting kicked in the head | |
| come back and beg for more | |
| this renegade frat boy is hazing the country | |
| his cronies and yes men all cheering him on | |
| when we beg him to stop he just pulls off our dignity | |
| pins down our arms ' til our spirit is gone | |
| and how long.. | |
| the Miller' s next door, we don' t see them much lately | |
| their kids used to play ' til the light disappeared | |
| and the oldest one, James, so proud in his uniform | |
| let' s see, he would' ve been 20 this year | |
| still you send off our boys with a patriot noise | |
| and you can' t even show up on weekends to serve | |
| you strike up a war to settle a score | |
| yeah you know what it' s for | |
| and you' ve got your nerve | |
| and how long. | |
| what happened to leaders who actually cared | |
| for their places in history, cared for the truth | |
| now we get dimwits who gloat over gimlets | |
| with kerosene eyes and hearts cold as duluth | |
| and how long | |
| i' d so love to not feel so constantly twisted up | |
| heated, clenchfi sted and chronically mad | |
| no better than those dealing the blows | |
| and spending the time i' ll wish later i had | |
| when you care for the cause, | |
| you act to protect it | |
| when you care for the truth, | |
| you do not correct it | |
| when you care for the earth, | |
| you try not to neglect it | |
| when you care about light, | |
| you help to refl ect it | |
| history' s memory is snap photographic | |
| and history' s eyes have the deadliest aim | |
| but history' s heart will be far from empathic | |
| when it fi nally gets to uncover your game | |
| and how long. | |
| one' s slow one' s grumpy | |
| they live in the white house | |
| they have lots of parties the fun never ends | |
| let' s make sure when the day fi nally comes | |
| time to move out | |
| they don' t hand the keys off | |
| to one of their friends | |
| kenny white piano |