Not So Soft Lyrics

	作词 : Difranco
	In a forest of stone
	Underneath the corporate canopy
	Where the sun
	Rarely
	Filters
	Down
	The ground
	Is not so soft
	Not so soft
	They build buildings to house people
	Making money
	Or they build buildings to make money
	Off of housing people
	It's true
	Like a lot of things are true
	I am foraging for a phone booth on the forest floor
	That is not so soft
	I look up
	It looks like the buildings are burning
	But it's just the sun setting
	The solar system calling an end
	To another business day
	Eternally circling signally
	The rythmic clicking on and off
	Of computers
	The pulse
	Of the american machine
	The pulse
	That draws death dancing
	Out of anonymous side streets
	You know
	The ones that always get dumped on
	And never get plowed
	It draws death dancing
	Out of little countries
	With funny languages
	Where the ground is getting harder
	And it was
	Not
	That
	Soft
	Before
	Those who call the shots
	Are never in the line of fire
	Why
	Where there's life for hire
	Out there
	If a flag of truth were raised
	We could watch every liar
	Rise to wave it
	Here
	We learn america like a script
	Playwright
	Birthright
	Same thing
	We bring
	Ourselves to the role
	We're all rehearsing for the presidency
	I always wanted to be
	Commander in chief
	Of my one woman army
	But i can envision the mediocrity
	Of my finest hour
	It's the failed america in me
	It's the fear that lives
	In a forest of stone
	Underneath the corporate canopy
	Where the sun
	Rarely
	Filters
	Down
	And the ground
	Is not so soft

	zuo ci : Difranco
	In a forest of stone
	Underneath the corporate canopy
	Where the sun
	Rarely
	Filters
	Down
	The ground
	Is not so soft
	Not so soft
	They build buildings to house people
	Making money
	Or they build buildings to make money
	Off of housing people
	It' s true
	Like a lot of things are true
	I am foraging for a phone booth on the forest floor
	That is not so soft
	I look up
	It looks like the buildings are burning
	But it' s just the sun setting
	The solar system calling an end
	To another business day
	Eternally circling signally
	The rythmic clicking on and off
	Of computers
	The pulse
	Of the american machine
	The pulse
	That draws death dancing
	Out of anonymous side streets
	You know
	The ones that always get dumped on
	And never get plowed
	It draws death dancing
	Out of little countries
	With funny languages
	Where the ground is getting harder
	And it was
	Not
	That
	Soft
	Before
	Those who call the shots
	Are never in the line of fire
	Why
	Where there' s life for hire
	Out there
	If a flag of truth were raised
	We could watch every liar
	Rise to wave it
	Here
	We learn america like a script
	Playwright
	Birthright
	Same thing
	We bring
	Ourselves to the role
	We' re all rehearsing for the presidency
	I always wanted to be
	Commander in chief
	Of my one woman army
	But i can envision the mediocrity
	Of my finest hour
	It' s the failed america in me
	It' s the fear that lives
	In a forest of stone
	Underneath the corporate canopy
	Where the sun
	Rarely
	Filters
	Down
	And the ground
	Is not so soft

	zuò cí : Difranco
	In a forest of stone
	Underneath the corporate canopy
	Where the sun
	Rarely
	Filters
	Down
	The ground
	Is not so soft
	Not so soft
	They build buildings to house people
	Making money
	Or they build buildings to make money
	Off of housing people
	It' s true
	Like a lot of things are true
	I am foraging for a phone booth on the forest floor
	That is not so soft
	I look up
	It looks like the buildings are burning
	But it' s just the sun setting
	The solar system calling an end
	To another business day
	Eternally circling signally
	The rythmic clicking on and off
	Of computers
	The pulse
	Of the american machine
	The pulse
	That draws death dancing
	Out of anonymous side streets
	You know
	The ones that always get dumped on
	And never get plowed
	It draws death dancing
	Out of little countries
	With funny languages
	Where the ground is getting harder
	And it was
	Not
	That
	Soft
	Before
	Those who call the shots
	Are never in the line of fire
	Why
	Where there' s life for hire
	Out there
	If a flag of truth were raised
	We could watch every liar
	Rise to wave it
	Here
	We learn america like a script
	Playwright
	Birthright
	Same thing
	We bring
	Ourselves to the role
	We' re all rehearsing for the presidency
	I always wanted to be
	Commander in chief
	Of my one woman army
	But i can envision the mediocrity
	Of my finest hour
	It' s the failed america in me
	It' s the fear that lives
	In a forest of stone
	Underneath the corporate canopy
	Where the sun
	Rarely
	Filters
	Down
	And the ground
	Is not so soft

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