Accidentally 4th Street (Gloria) (remix) Lyrics
Well we're looking at the cover
We're spending all our time
Just staring at the magazine
Well, look who's on the cover
Wasting all our time...
Some pseudo-fascist hero-machine
Well, that's no space for a human being
That man is not a hero or saint
When somewhere in deepest America
Grown men weep at the sound of his name
So it goes, and it goes...
All the girls named Gloria
Sing sweetly out of key
The sun rose in the west today
Accidents in the land of the free...
Well I grew up where they showed you the body count
In color on your dinner TV
And I've been numbed so insensitive
That all I can think about is You and Me
You know, children from the best homes
They all have guns n' butter
They have their share of murder blue
Well it's not such a wiggy-awesome good time
When the shopping-mall militia point their cannons at you..
So it goes..
All the girls named Gloria
Sing sweetly out of key
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The sun rose in the west today
Accidents in the land of the free
I love this world harder in my imagination
Than my conscience should allow
But accidents do happen, accidents will happen
Don't you dare to ask me how
All the girls named Gloria
Sing sweetly out of key
The sun rose in the west today
Accidents in the land of the free
I love this world harder in my imagination
Than my conscience should allow
But accidents do happen, accidents will happen
Don't you dare to ask me how
