Democracy (Bonus Track)

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
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 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, to the USA
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 It's coming from the sorrow in the street
 The holy places where the races meet
 From the homicidal bitching
 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, to the USA
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 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
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 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, to the USA
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 It's coming from the women and the men
 Oh, baby, we'll be making love again
 We'll be going down so deep
 That 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, 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
 Oh, 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
 To the USA