The Echoing Green - Accidentally 4th Street (Gloria) lyrics

Well, we're looking at the cover, spending all our time Just staring at the magazine Well, look who's on the cover wasting all our time Some psuedo-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... 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 the dinner TV And I've been numbed so insensitive That all I can think about is you and me Children from the best homes they all have guns and bu*ter They have their share of murder blue Well it's not such a wiggy-awesome-good-time When a shopping mall milita point their cannons at you So it goes.... Everyone believes in the stories 'bout the Cadillacs Everybody's got enough to eat And people always keep their eyes glued to the ground When a desperate man, he's gotta cling to the street And I swear to myself I will help them I will be an upstanding man But when I walk by and I hear them cry That money just sticks to my hand What's wrong with me!