Lirieke:
The National

National Working Woman's Holiday I'm gonna tell somebody There ought to be a law against a working that way Tell 'em you're taking off this Friday For the National

Say you stayed home Alone with the flu Find out from friends That wasn't true Go out at night With your headphones on again And walk through The Manhattan

Someone send a runner Through the weather that I'm under For the feeling that I lost today Someone send a runner For the feeling that I lost today Someone

Then I'm radio and then I'm television I'm afraid of everyone, I'm afraid of everyone Lay the young blue bodies with the old red violets I'm afraid of

Sorrow found me when I was young Sorrow waited, sorrow won Sorrow, they put me on the pill It's in my honey, it's in my milk Don't leave my hyper heart

We'll take ourselves out in the street And wear the blood in our cheeks like red roses We'll go from car to sleeping car and whisper in their sleeping

I guess we?ll have to move The neighborhood is on to us Let?s join the little babe?s Throwin? rocks in front of us Riding on my bicycle I pass my sister

O' say, can you see by the dawn's early light? We get 'em young, give 'em guns and ship 'em off to fight While the rocket's red glare is keeping everyone

Forgive oh Lord and heal our land And give us eyes to seek Your face and hearts to understand That You alone make all things new And the blessings of