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 rhythmic 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 rhythmic 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 rhythmic 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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