David Mead - Robert Bradley's Postcard lyrics

let's sing a song for a thousand years heard allen ginsberg just died from the back of the bus i wrote the postcard said i was happy but i lied six feet in hallowed ground, rolled over to the sound of freedom the boy can't help it if he's cut and bleeding this is the story borne in the womb of america, this is the glorious dawn this is the glory, love what you make of america and neutralize your focus or i doubt she'll even notice when you're gone i pledge allegiance to marlon brando god kissed the buddha and he sighed the court and spark of robert bradley the poet knows it when he's right god bless the ground you break, god save the earth you take 'cos maybe the crowd won't notice an aborted baby this is the story borne in the womb of america, this is the glorious dawn this is the glory, love what you make of america and neutralize your focus or i doubt she'll even notice when you're gone cut out the fat, i'm down with that, i'm down with that cut out your bullsh**, i'm sick of it i'm... sick of it, yeah... she sums you up, she sums you up i placed the call from just south of hamburg said i was lonely but i lied she sums you up, you may not like it but you have the luxury of time this is the story borne in the womb of america, this is the glorious dawn this is the glory, love what you make of america and neutralize your focus or i doubt she'll even notice when you're gone