Quaquaraqua lyrics

Weary is the head That wears the crown of failure It needs a ventilator For the rage Desperate and unstable Tired and unable And totally unwilling To turn the page You’re dead to me Dead to me The congregation said For bankrupt moral lunacy Had trickled up instead Wake and face the day Sun is shining out Hope it will be better, in ‘21 All that we have lost Hurt and paid the cost Will never change the fact that You’re dead to me Dead to me The congregation said For bankrupt moral lunacy Had trickled up instead You’re dead to me Dead to me The flock they all agreed You’re dead to me Dead to me And no one would concede You’re dead to me, dead to me The flock they all agreed Still clinging to their vanity And no one would concede America, America God shed her tears on thee For purple bruised humanity From sea to dying sea Concede, concede, concede