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The Lumineers – Democracy Lyrics

Democracy by The Lumineers


It’s coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tiananmen Square
It’s coming from the feel that this ain’t exactly real Or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there
From the war against disorder From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless From the ashes of the gay
Democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming through a crack in the wall On a visionary flood of alcohol
From the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount Which I don’t pretend to understand at all
It’s coming from the silence on the dock of the bay From the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet
Democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming from the sorrow in the street The holy places where the races meet
From the homicidal bitchin’ That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat From the wells of disappointment
Where the women kneel to pray For the grace of God in the desert here
And the desert far away
Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on O mighty ship of state
To the shores of need Past the reefs of greed
Through the squalls of hate Sail on, sail on, sail on

It’s coming to America first The cradle of the best, of the worst
It’s here they’ve got the range And the machinery for change
And it’s here they’ve got the spiritual thirst It’s here the family’s broken
And it’s here the lonely say That the heart has got to open
In a fundamental way Democracy is coming to the USA

It’s coming from the women and the men Oh baby, we’ll be making love again
We’ll be going down so deep The river’s going to weep
And the mountain’s gonna shout “Amen” It’s coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway
Imperial, mysterious, in amorous array Democracy is coming to the USA

Sail on, sail on O mighty ship of state
To the shores of need Past the reefs of greed
Through the squalls of hate Sail on, sail on, sail on

I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country, but I can’t stand the scene
And I’m neither left or right, I’m just staying home tonight
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen
But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay
I’m junk, but I’m still holding up this little wild bouquet Democracy is coming to, to the USA
To the USA To the USA