Shout Part 1 Lyrics

Have you been laid low

From the get-go

On the road in fine little pieces

Did you hear bells

And the echoes

Of faraway horns in bone dry places

How many lampposts

Light up the night sky

Spitting bright white heat

Like the spokes of stars

Have you seen their books

And in the pages

The plain truth and the hard-won fiction

The sleek stain of a slow-acting poison

Creeping its way down

In the trembling ground

Around the flagpole

Out in the dustbowl

And in the wrought iron bars over the window

They came for the promise of a great reward

And stayed for the golden view

And when the gales blew sparks

On the travelers in the dark

Well, they made do

You got your freedom And it weren't for nothing

If you can hold down the note and sing it out

Remember you were born to the whispering world

With a shout

Is this your religion

What keeps you up nights

Who writes the paychecks

Who games the markets

Who runs the cables

Who owns the papers

Who spanned the oceans

Carved out the acres

Ground down the mountain

Who made the motors

Laid down the train tracks

And corralled the soldiers

In through the loopholes

Out the escape clause

Between the captions

And guidelines and bylaws

Rolled down the falls in a big wooden barrel

Over the goal line

And into a parade of bright red costumes

Shining batons

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