Holly Near - Somebody's Jail lyrics

Just walking along, shopping for food Stepping out of the line of fire when people are rude Cheap stuff made in China, someone calls it a sale Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter Somebody's jail Beat down in the market, stoned to d**h in the plaza Raped on the hillside under the gun from LA to Gaza A house made of cardboard living close to the rail Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter Somebody's jail And I feel the witch in my veins I feel the mother in my shoe I feel the scream in my soul The blood as I sing the ancient blue They burned in the millions I still smell the fire in my grandma's hair The war against women rages on Beware of the fairytale Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter Somebody's jail The noise of elections, the promise of change A grabbing of power at the top, a day at the rifle range Somebody's in danger, somebody's for sale Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter Somebody's jail It's not on a map The weight of the world on somebody's back It's the clothes that I wear, it's the food that I eat It's the women and the children living out on the street It's the war at the border, the refugee camp It's the child bride doomed to walk the ramp It's the boot in the stomach, the slap in the face It's the d**h that is handed out simply by race Rape by the soldiers, abduction of sons It's nuclear threat, the fascination with guns Looks at the office, the danger at night The one you call darling coming home for a fight It's the AIDS with no borders, it's the African teen It's the women all over simply going unseen It's the arrogant posture, the man on the moon It's the dying of need before the promise of soon It's the millions who go without food and water It's somebody's mother, somebody's daughter