Ain't I Got It Goin' On

Ain't I Got It Goin' On (Country Mix)

I hope this letter finds you, sir, I hope you have the time
Between the rallies and the ruin, to read this little rhyme
I'm writing from the heart of what you say you came to save
A land of quiet desperation, a half-empty, open grave
I have a simple question, if I may be so bold
For the prophet of the forgotten, with the palace made of gold
When you see the children in the cages, do you see your children's eyes?
Or are they just a currency of your acceptable lies?

Does the sound of all that cheering drown the sound of all the cries?
Does the loyalty they offer you feel like a sweet surprise?
Or does it feel just like a weapon that you've sharpened and you've aimed
At the heart of every single thing you secretly disdained?

Did you ever love this country, sir, or just the sound of your own name?
Did you ever see the people, or just pieces in a game?
When you talk about your greatness, and the paradise you've built
Do you ever feel the tremor of a nation's rising guilt?
And when you look out from your tower, at the smoke and at the fire
Are you proud of your creation, does it feed your soul's desire?

I'm writing from a town that has a brand new kind of fear
We were told the threat was coming, we never thought the threat was here
Inside the halls of power, with a smile and with a pen
Turning all our decent neighbors into your kind of angry men
You promised us a feast, but all you gave us was the salt
To rub into the open wounds and tell us it's our fault
That we are broken, that we're failing, that we've somehow lost the thread
While you were selling off the future for the voices in your head

Does the sound of all that cheering drown the sound of all the cries?
Does the loyalty they offer you feel like a sweet surprise?
Or does it feel just like a weapon that you've sharpened and you've aimed
At the heart of every single thing you secretly disdained?

Did you ever love this country, sir, or just the sound of your own name?
Did you ever see the people, or just pieces in a game?
When you talk about your greatness, and the paradise you've built
Do you ever feel the tremor of a nation's rising guilt?
And when you look out from your tower, at the smoke and at the fire
Are you proud of your creation, does it feed your soul's desire?

This isn't a rebellion, 'cause you've taken all the guns
And given them to fearful fathers and their nervous, angry sons
No, this is just a letter, from a place you'll never see
A quiet conversation between what you are and me
A final, simple question, that I need you to impart
Did you ever, for a second, have a single human heart?

Did you ever love this country, sir, or just the sound of your own name?
Did you ever see the people, or just pieces in a game?
When you talk about your greatness, and the paradise you've built
Do you ever feel the tremor of a nation's rising guilt?
And when you look out from your tower, at the smoke and at the fire
Are you proud of your creation, does it feed your soul's desire?

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