1968 歌词

The tension in the air is swelling like a bubble about to break Students have shut down universities and taken to the streets The DNC has left Chicago burned and frayed Cover your eyes You think America’s recovered from the self-inflicted wounds it took in 1968? Still Corretta led his people through the Memphis streets In spite of the nightmare that was made out of a dream Young men sent overseas, their names are in a lottery that kills There are social clashes, body counts, and rioting on TV screens A bullet put another Kennedy to sleep Cover your eyes You think America’s recovered from the self-inflicted wounds it took in 1968? Still Corretta led his people through the Memphis streets In spite of the nightmare that was made out of a dream So why this disconnect in our youth after 40 years? Peace tried and failed while the radio played “As my guitar gently weeps” Where’s the rage in the young towards war and hatred based on race? The CIA silenced “The people’s new Messiah,” and now history repeats Are we so blind to see this country hasn’t changed? Cover your eyes You think America’s recovered from the self-inflicted wounds it took in 1968? Still Corretta led his people through the Memphis streets In spite of the nightmare that was made out of a dream