I Die A Little More Each Day Lyrics - Gino Vannelli

For every just man mocked and killed 

For every drop of black contagion spilled 

This is my house 

This is my evil 

For every battle lost and won 

The spangled banners flapping in the sun 

This is my blood 

This is my people 

The black drums leaking in their graves 

The tin cans rocking on the arctic waves 

For every child the streets will claim 

The curse that rushes through her tiny veins 

For every rose that wilts away 

I die a little more each day 

Just a little more each day 

For every field of wasted grain 

The rockets standing 'neath the western plains 

This is my greed 

This is my glory 

For every fist raised to the sky 

The crimes of hate our young sons glorify 

For every mouth that yearns for bread 

The heart of stone proclaiming 

God is dead 

For every soul that lost its way 

I die a little more each day 

Just a little more each day 

A little more each day 

For all the blessings I disown 

The cruelities I condone 

For every beast of land and sky and sea 

That suffers for my vanity 

For every sin under the sun 

For all the tears from here to kingdom come 

For every beast of land and sky and sea 

That suffers for my vanity 

For every sin under the sun 

For all the tears from here to kingdom come 

For every child the streets will claim 

The curse that rushes through her tiny veins 

For every rose that wilts away 

I die a little more each day 

Just a little more each day 

A little more each day 

Each day