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Here we sit upon the fringe We'll break the bread and start the binge again Leading me some past to follow Raise my glass and toast to swallowing (Chorus) But this proud land, it is not real You know they feed up on the weak Not on the wheat It seems to be Tuned in are the wide-eyed screening Sounds without a meaning just a trend Sow your seed and pass the bag We've raised the corn and now the flag, amen (Chorus) (Bridge) On any nameless street The clothes are on the line The dogwood's blooming And the paper's right on time (Instrumental Break) Letras de canciones Black and white it's read to us To feed the hand that feeds on us again Sell the pride and wear a grin 'Cause happy days are here again (Chorus) From Letras Mania