Rising Tide Songtext
von McKay

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Changing tide
On my mind
I climb these walls
For my pot of gold

Million people left to starve on the street
Mothers working hard to make day ends meet
Rich man knows how to make his money work
While the poor man is fighting for the same piece of dirt


Rising tide
Has freed my mind
Oh, and you′ll never know
Where they go

Government's taking half of what you make
Checking and watching every word you say
Kids are growing knowing only TV
Rotting their minds from repeated history


Wake up son, you′re so beautiful
You're better than the players and the things they do
Wake up son, you're so beautiful
You got to see through the person that they say is you
Wake up son, you′re so beautiful
You′re better than the players and the things they do
Wake up son, you're so beautiful
You got to see through the person that they say is you
Wake up son, you′re so beautiful
Wake up son, you're so beautiful