Head high and innocent born of an immigrant in Tennessee in naturality
He walks like a foreigner and talks like a commoner but he's
Just a human
And he sings of the motherland so peaceful and grand many chaos ago
And sighs oh father you were wrong to ever let me go
On the North-East side of my heart this looks like my house
On the South-West side of my brain I've so many doubts
And the king may dutifully reign under Arkansas stars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours.
A matchbox of miracles made me turn critical to the writing in the news
And now it's all cynical, all controverse or biblical
And they're building all these walls around our souls
But we're just human
Weep for the irony of this dying want for unity as the reason we're falling apart
On the North-East side of my heart I'm holding on tight, on the South-West side of my brain
We're winning the fight, and the king may dutifully reign hanging round in Texan bars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours
On the North-East side of my heart this looks like my house
On the South-West side of my brain we're one and proud
And the king may dutifully reign smoking White House cigars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours
Helen Rupp - 4 Billion Bricks Lyrics
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Head high and innocent born of an immigrant in Tennessee in naturality
He walks like a foreigner and talks like a commoner but he's
Just a human
And he sings of the motherland so peaceful and grand many chaos ago
And sighs oh father you were wrong to ever let me go
On the North-East side of my heart this looks like my house
On the South-West side of my brain I've so many doubts
And the king may dutifully reign under Arkansas stars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours.
A matchbox of miracles made me turn critical to the writing in the news
And now it's all cynical, all controverse or biblical
And they're building all these walls around our souls
But we're just human
Weep for the irony of this dying want for unity as the reason we're falling apart
On the North-East side of my heart I'm holding on tight, on the South-West side of my brain
We're winning the fight, and the king may dutifully reign hanging round in Texan bars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours
On the North-East side of my heart this looks like my house
On the South-West side of my brain we're one and proud
And the king may dutifully reign smoking White House cigars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours
He walks like a foreigner and talks like a commoner but he's
Just a human
And he sings of the motherland so peaceful and grand many chaos ago
And sighs oh father you were wrong to ever let me go
On the North-East side of my heart this looks like my house
On the South-West side of my brain I've so many doubts
And the king may dutifully reign under Arkansas stars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours.
A matchbox of miracles made me turn critical to the writing in the news
And now it's all cynical, all controverse or biblical
And they're building all these walls around our souls
But we're just human
Weep for the irony of this dying want for unity as the reason we're falling apart
On the North-East side of my heart I'm holding on tight, on the South-West side of my brain
We're winning the fight, and the king may dutifully reign hanging round in Texan bars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours
On the North-East side of my heart this looks like my house
On the South-West side of my brain we're one and proud
And the king may dutifully reign smoking White House cigars
And if home is really a place then these feet stand on ours
Writer: Helen Rupp
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