Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope for a Treasure
O' we built our homes on streets of solid gold
and o' we put up our pearly gates to keep the beggars at bay
and far across the rising sea a farmer starves so his daughters can eat
and we drive up and down our sparkling paved streets
but there's an ocean between...so we're free
Girl with your gun, girl with your gun
Take a step back, see the war that you've won
Girl with your gun, girl with your gun
We have triumphant freedom
We've flown our flags so high,
so much higher than our steeples can climb
Girl with your gun, girl with your gun
Take a step back see the war that you've won
Girl with your gun, girl with your gun
We have freedom
We've such a need for our windows to be clean
a sparrow flies in and it breaks his tiny wings
but we just wanted for the good lord's creation to be seen
all the good in this world, O' it aches and it bleeds
(Are we the means to an end? Are we the means to an end?)
I'd love to believe the world's not a mess...
when our blessings come at the price of the oppressed
Girl with your gun, girl with your gun
(God bless America?) GOD BLESS EVERYONE
