Dead Flowers - Tightrope

You see him in New York City
Under a burning sun in Brazil
Begging for bread in Tokyo
And in dirty Bombay streets
Saying mercy people I'm so hungry
Someone please feed my homeless family
He gave his best years to a country
Who denies the man a decent meal
Who can smile when the rope is getting tight
We're running aid for Africa
And crying conscience tears
Our hearts beat proud of all the money
We send them every second year
But who's in charge of burning down their forest
And steal all the profit away
Who's growing high on gold and diamonds
From a land we hardly care to pay
Can you smile when the rope is getting tight
Someone's playing chess in Bosnia
Someone dream of a wall in Berlin
There's a red flag on fire in Russia
There's cracks in the American dream
Still torches are floating in the river
And all marching bands have faded away
No raising fist no true reliever
We just head out for another
Another glory day
Oh, and we smile as the rope is getting tight

Written by:
Joar Aksnes

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