Letra da Música Change de American Minor

don't hang your head Virginia
you're just wasting your time
we all see stormy weather
somewhere on down the line
hear people talking crazy like there's no turning back
hear the preachers preachin' murder
we just can't get behind that

change, it ain't coming for you
getting high to the turntable spinning your blues
i've been praying for you
working hard at the factory paying your dues

stop hiding there's no reason
what are you waiting for?
there's winners and there's losers
so we ain't playing games no more
dry your eyes Virginia and get back on your feet
you ain't got nothing if you ain't got hope
you may be down but you ain't beat
One Last Supper

wrong place at the wrong time
with the wrong color of skin
policemen under pressure and they're wearing thin
they handcuffed that poor man
and they took him to the pin
he ain't wronged no one in his whole life
and now his walls are caving in

one thing leads to another & you got

one last supper 'till the needle goes in
they call it retribution but nobody wins
one last supper 'till the needle goes in
false convictions they're killing innocent men

sometimes in the morning
I wake up and roll out of bed
read the headlines in the papers
and I scratch my head
a cowboy in texas says there's reason for the dead
his people sit and wonder if they can believe a word he's said

one thing leads to another & you got

one last supper 'till the needle goes in
they call it retribution but nobody wins
one last supper 'till the needle goes in
bombs falling killing women and children