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Jackson Browne Lives In The Balance

friends These governments killing their own? Or the people who finally can't take any more And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone There are lives in the balance

friends These governments killing their own? Or the people who finally can't take any more And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone There are lives in the balance

Long before you ever saw your chances You were going to burn this city down Tired of the fashions and the dances Tired of the people standing around

As if I really didn't understand That I was just another part of their plan I went off looking for the promise Believing in the Motherland And from the

(Jorge Calderon & Jackson Browne) Papa hit him, Mama kissed him Made him go to Catechism With the sisters in their black and white And all the time

God is great, God is good He guards your neighborhood Though it's generally understood Not quite the way you would You try to take the slack Stay awake

friends These governments killing their own? Or the people who finally can't take any more And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone There are lives in the balance

friends These governments killing their own? Or the people who finally can't take any more And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone There are lives in the balance