Higher Songtext
von John O'Kane

Same old lies
What will happen to our children′s eyes?
Same old scam
They stole the promise from the promised land
I see brothers and sisters on salvation lines
Living on welfare and forced into crime
While we're teaching our children that God′s on our side
Somebody up there's kicking dirt in our eyes

Higher, higher
May your shadow never touch the ground
Higher, higher
'Til these city walls come tumbling down


Same old song
Money talks with a silver tongue
Same old line
The man is measured by the dollar sign
I see profit and power shaping our needs
We are living on credit and short-sighted greed
While we mortgage the future to comfort our lives
The temperature′s rising, burning holes in the sky

Higher, higher
May your shadow never touch the ground
Higher, higher
′Til these city walls come tumbling down
Higher, higher
'Til the clouds roll underneath your feet
Higher, higher
′Til the angels whisper in the street

I hope it rains tonight
And the world is washed like a newborn child
And we turn this child into a man
In a better world, in a better life

I hear president's speeches and terrorist threats
And financial theories on third world debts
While there′s waste in the oceans and forests on fire
The peacemakers smolder and the satellites spy


Higher, higher
May your shadow never touch the ground
Higher, higher
'Til these city walls come tumbling down
Higher, higher
′Til the clouds roll underneath your feet
Higher, higher
'Til the angels whisper in the street

Higher, higher
Higher, higher