The Roads of Liberty


Jeanette has gone to Florida
Her sister she just shot herself
Her sister she just shot herself
She just stepped of the edge of the world
In this land of cars and gasoline
in this land of cars and gasoline
And we never take the time
To find out why
Its so hard to get by with a name like Bernadette
Its so hard to get by with a name like Bernadette.

This country is wide this country is bleak
It's just another suicide
It's just another suicide
Here in the land of the free and strong
Behind the bars of liberty
Behind the bars of liberty
And one thousand miles
Is a long way home
A voice on the phone is telling me Jeanette is gone
A voice on the phone is telling me Jeanette is gone.

There's miles and miles of bowties and cameras
Miles and miles of snow white blindness
Miles of human conditional land
I though as I saw the signpost for Saginaw
All of the dreams I hoped and I longed for
Where where the hell is America now?

Of sympathy there is no trace
In the masses crawling on their knees
In the masses crawling on their knees
To gaze at the holy picture gold
Tramping down the old and incompetent
Tramping down the old and incompetent
And compassion is a world
That raised a fool like me
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my shoes
The roads of liberty are burning around my
Liberty burning around my
Liberty burning around my
Liberty burning around my
Liberty burning around my shoes

Henry Sparks 2008 ©