They say
this land gets more and more divided
if I may
I think that’s not the only side why
just today
I saw the late edition paper
and no way
I saw the north and south united
Like the blood
that flows every color body
it’s enough
we’ve finally all at the same party
looking down
it may not be the thing we wanted
but there’s finally enough to go around
From New York
to California
from Detroit
down to the border
We all have more in common now than we do not
now
everybody knows someday
(everybody knows someday)
everybody knows somebody
(everybody knows someday)
everybody knows somebody
who got shot.
They say
there’s trouble brewing in the union
hip hooray
look human beings being human
laying blame
wherever there is room to lay it’s
all the same
you want the red pill or the blue one
But it’s all
about to change there’s something
getting us aboard the SS progress
one big funeral for all the people
that we used to call before they
risked their lives to head out to the
mosque or to the mall
From New York
to California
from Detroit
down to the border
We all have more in common now than we do not
not
everybody knows someday
(everybody knows someday)
everybody knows somebody
(everybody knows someday)
everybody knows somebody
who got shot
From the mountain rivers to the public squares
everybody’s getting really good at sending thoughts and prayers
From the heart of Dixie up to Oregon
we can ghjk0,mall rest assured there’ll be a slaughter somewhere by the dawn
And in the nightclubs all the dancers in the dark
they will twist the night away with extra fear inside their hearts
and from New England to Alaska every child
will know exactly what to do now when a shooter opens fire
From New York
to California
from Detroit
down to the border
We all have more in common now than we do not
now
everybody knows someday
who got shot
This land is your land
this land is my land
this land is our land
until it’s not
Everybody knows somebody
(everybody knows somebody)
everybody knows somebody
(everybody knows somebody)
until everybody’s gone.
this land gets more and more divided
if I may
I think that’s not the only side why
just today
I saw the late edition paper
and no way
I saw the north and south united
Like the blood
that flows every color body
it’s enough
we’ve finally all at the same party
looking down
it may not be the thing we wanted
but there’s finally enough to go around
From New York
to California
from Detroit
down to the border
We all have more in common now than we do not
now
everybody knows someday
(everybody knows someday)
everybody knows somebody
(everybody knows someday)
everybody knows somebody
who got shot.
They say
there’s trouble brewing in the union
hip hooray
look human beings being human
laying blame
wherever there is room to lay it’s
all the same
you want the red pill or the blue one
But it’s all
about to change there’s something
getting us aboard the SS progress
one big funeral for all the people
that we used to call before they
risked their lives to head out to the
mosque or to the mall
From New York
to California
from Detroit
down to the border
We all have more in common now than we do not
not
everybody knows someday
(everybody knows someday)
everybody knows somebody
(everybody knows someday)
everybody knows somebody
who got shot
From the mountain rivers to the public squares
everybody’s getting really good at sending thoughts and prayers
From the heart of Dixie up to Oregon
we can ghjk0,mall rest assured there’ll be a slaughter somewhere by the dawn
And in the nightclubs all the dancers in the dark
they will twist the night away with extra fear inside their hearts
and from New England to Alaska every child
will know exactly what to do now when a shooter opens fire
From New York
to California
from Detroit
down to the border
We all have more in common now than we do not
now
everybody knows someday
who got shot
This land is your land
this land is my land
this land is our land
until it’s not
Everybody knows somebody
(everybody knows somebody)
everybody knows somebody
(everybody knows somebody)
until everybody’s gone.
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This song was written in response to the insanity going on in our country. gun violence and the deaths of ordinary people all over America is becoming NORMAL.
IT ISN'T NORMAL.
let's call it what it is: a public health crisis. too many senseless deaths. too much pointless tragedy that could be avoided with better, safer, smarter gun laws.