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Cass McCombs – Everything Has To Be Just-So lyrics
for…your eyes only They
say the white man is never the same way twice They
say the white man has no soul They
say the black man only knows jungle justice They
say the brown man is a filthy Indian They
say an Indian doesn’t come from India They
say the yellow man can’t drive They
say an in-between man has no people They
say a woman has no mind of her own You
know they, say a lot of things They
say it’s all in the cards They
say a dream come true is a nightmare But
it took more than dreams to get here Nothing
much is left to chance We
see the Sun only at a glance Everything
has to be just-so Let
them say what they want Let’s
see whose hands have the most blisters Let
them try to pull down the stars That
were created by our brothers and sisters In
a perfect world we’d, all have 40 acres and a mule But
this ain’t a perfect world it’s, a perfect storm The
Earth may shake us all down to Hell Whichever
way the winds may blow may, they blow warm Nothing
much is left to chance We
see the Sun only at a glance Everything
has to be just-so A
club to, beat Death A
heart so, there’s something to lose A
diamond for, your eyes And
a spade to, dig with Nothing
much is left to chance We
see the Sun only at a glance Everything
has to be just-so
say the white man is never the same way twice They
say the white man has no soul They
say the black man only knows jungle justice They
say the brown man is a filthy Indian They
say an Indian doesn’t come from India They
say the yellow man can’t drive They
say an in-between man has no people They
say a woman has no mind of her own You
know they, say a lot of things They
say it’s all in the cards They
say a dream come true is a nightmare But
it took more than dreams to get here Nothing
much is left to chance We
see the Sun only at a glance Everything
has to be just-so Let
them say what they want Let’s
see whose hands have the most blisters Let
them try to pull down the stars That
were created by our brothers and sisters In
a perfect world we’d, all have 40 acres and a mule But
this ain’t a perfect world it’s, a perfect storm The
Earth may shake us all down to Hell Whichever
way the winds may blow may, they blow warm Nothing
much is left to chance We
see the Sun only at a glance Everything
has to be just-so A
club to, beat Death A
heart so, there’s something to lose A
diamond for, your eyes And
a spade to, dig with Nothing
much is left to chance We
see the Sun only at a glance Everything
has to be just-so
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