Our Weary Feats

Where are you going?
Where is your gun?
Don't you know that it's a race?
Where are you going?
Where is your gun?
Don't you know that it's a race?

When you walk around and you're feeling down
And you stop for a drink,
You sit and wonder why this officer will
Tell you what to think.

Where are you going?
Where is your gun?
Don't you know that it's a race?

When you're on the streets and the city's fine
And the darkness starts to creep,
I hope you understand what I need to do
'cause you don't look like me.

Where are you going?
Where is your gun?
Don't you know that it's a race?

When you point the finger at the common man
And blame entitlement,
Do you feel the same with your corporate stamps
That bails out all you spent?

Where are you going?
Where is your gun?
Don't you know that it's a race?
Where are you going?
Where is your gun?
Don't you know that it's a race?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?

*MLK SPEECH*
'...during this great, historic assembly,
This unprecedented gathering of young people,
I cannot help think that a hundred years from now
The historians will be calling this not the Beat Generation,
But the Generation of Integration.'

When you lie down and fall asleep
What dreams do you see -
The riches that you gained from your trust fund drain
Or the end to poverty?

Where are you going?
Where is your gun?
Don't you know that it's a race?

When you sell peace on a borrowed lease
Then deny an Other's loan,
Green is the shade that keeps you color blind
Except with opaque tones.

Where are you going?
Where is your gun?
Don't you know that it's a race?

Where are you going?



Credits
Writer(s): George Mihalopoulos
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