Wake up America I got a problem something you may not believe
There is poison in the darkness spreading like a bad disease
I never thought I'd find myself in this condition
Sitting by while children die from their addictions
I'm just a small town I have no tongue to speak
I have no arms to hold them as their dying in my streets
So I have to wonder does any body care
Lord is there any hope out there?
Wake up America I got a problem, venom flowing through my veins
I see families torn to pieces by crystal meth and crack cocaine
If some of those sworn to provide us with protection
Just turn their backs and cut a deal with the infection
I'm just a small town I have no tongue to speak
I have no arms to hold them as their dying in my streets
So, I have to wonder does any body care
Lord is there any hope out there?
All those years I gave them peaceful sanctuary
Now I'm a grave yard where the innocent are buried
I'm just a small town I have no tongue to speak
I have no arms to hold them as their dying in my streets
So I have to wonder does any body care
Lord is there any hope out there?
Lord is there any hope out there?
Oh is there any hope out there?
Wake up America I got a problem, I got a problem
Like venom flowing through my veins
Artist: Bonnot
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