Great Imperialist State Lyrics
| Song | Great Imperialist State |
| Artist | Simone White |
| Album | I Am The Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : White | |
| There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land | |
| A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand | |
| Till the soil, plant the seed, wait a while, cut the leaf | |
| And send another cup of tea to me | |
| I'm a spoiled child of the Great Imperialist State | |
| I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate | |
| I never walked a mile to the well, | |
| when the tap runs dry, do tell | |
| What will become of you and me | |
| What will become of us, who will give us trust | |
| Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain | |
| That I felt shame, when I looked the other way | |
| Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door | |
| Those capitalist pigs? No, they don't live here anymore | |
| Slipped out the back door into my car | |
| How far can you drive, how far | |
| There's a farmer in a distant country working on the land | |
| Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand | |
| What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand | |
| The world will not deliver on demand | |
| What will become of us, who will give us trust | |
| Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain | |
| That I felt shame, when I looked the other way |
| zuo qu : White | |
| There' s a farmer in a distant country working on the land | |
| A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand | |
| Till the soil, plant the seed, wait a while, cut the leaf | |
| And send another cup of tea to me | |
| I' m a spoiled child of the Great Imperialist State | |
| I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate | |
| I never walked a mile to the well, | |
| when the tap runs dry, do tell | |
| What will become of you and me | |
| What will become of us, who will give us trust | |
| Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain | |
| That I felt shame, when I looked the other way | |
| Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door | |
| Those capitalist pigs? No, they don' t live here anymore | |
| Slipped out the back door into my car | |
| How far can you drive, how far | |
| There' s a farmer in a distant country working on the land | |
| Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand | |
| What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand | |
| The world will not deliver on demand | |
| What will become of us, who will give us trust | |
| Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain | |
| That I felt shame, when I looked the other way |
| zuò qǔ : White | |
| There' s a farmer in a distant country working on the land | |
| A hat upon his head and a shovel in his hand | |
| Till the soil, plant the seed, wait a while, cut the leaf | |
| And send another cup of tea to me | |
| I' m a spoiled child of the Great Imperialist State | |
| I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate | |
| I never walked a mile to the well, | |
| when the tap runs dry, do tell | |
| What will become of you and me | |
| What will become of us, who will give us trust | |
| Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain | |
| That I felt shame, when I looked the other way | |
| Woke up this morning, the revolution knocking down my door | |
| Those capitalist pigs? No, they don' t live here anymore | |
| Slipped out the back door into my car | |
| How far can you drive, how far | |
| There' s a farmer in a distant country working on the land | |
| Food turned into flowers for the uptown florist stand | |
| What you saved another paid to turn his soil into sand | |
| The world will not deliver on demand | |
| What will become of us, who will give us trust | |
| Will you believe me, when I say I never loved profiting from your pain | |
| That I felt shame, when I looked the other way |
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