Everyman (For Himself) Songtext
von The Foremen
Everyman (For Himself) Songtext
On November 9th, 1994, the morning after the election, I returned to
My polling place to find the mangled remains of the American liberal
Buried under a conservative landslide. Male or female or black or
White, I couldn′t tell, but I knew it was a liberal because the
Heart was still on the sleeve and the knees were still jerking
Well, now the ashes have been scattered, though not as scattered
As the liberal when he was alive. And the conservatives have
Come to power and things are changing. There's a new show on
PBS called "Mr. Rogers′ Gate-Guarded Community." And the
Conservatives themselves are changing, they're morphing. They're
The Mighty Morphin′ Power Brokers, and they′re wearing the power
Ties and they're taking the power lunches. But you know, the one
Thing that they′ve been missing up to this point is a power ballad
When your heart is heavy
When the night has been too long
When every road you choose
Muddy's up your shoes and leads you wrong
When you′re cold and lonely
When your rope is at its end
When darkness clouds the skies
And tears fill your eyes, when you just need a friend
Don't look at me!
Wipe your own damn nose!
And if I′ve kept you down or made you cry
Or trampled all your hopes and dreams
Well, that's the way it goes
In Heaven, there's no hate or war
In Heaven, no one′s hungry or poor
In Heaven, they hold hands evermore
But we′re on Earth, and here on Earth
It's every man for himself
When you′re a... not yet
When you're a black, Chicano, Native
American, Jewish lesbian folk singer
And this morning when you woke up
You hit your head on the steering wheel
You′re shoulder-deep in shit and you just wanna quit
I know how you can get a handgun without the usual background check
Get off my lawn!
Pay your rent on time!
And if I hire illegals to build a wall around my property
It's just ′cause I'm tough on crime!
In Heaven, there's no fear or need
In Heaven, no one′s rabid with greed
In Heaven, you get laid guaranteed
But we′re on Earth, and here on Earth
It's every man for himself
′Cause there's a hot wind a-blowin′ (hot wind a-blowin')
Can′t you feel it? It's blowin' hard (blowin′ hard)
So where′s your national pride, brother?
Where's your national (where′s your national) ID card?
And even as we send the American liberal off to the Great Society
In the sky, we await the day when he'll be joined by his friends
The literate and the tolerant. When all the frivolous arts
And sciences are replaced by a nationwide network of publicly
Funded putting greens, that government and the people, and
Above the people, and in spite of the people, shall not perish
But that certain people shall! And until then, my friends...
It′s every man for himself, self, self, self, self!
My polling place to find the mangled remains of the American liberal
Buried under a conservative landslide. Male or female or black or
White, I couldn′t tell, but I knew it was a liberal because the
Heart was still on the sleeve and the knees were still jerking
Well, now the ashes have been scattered, though not as scattered
As the liberal when he was alive. And the conservatives have
Come to power and things are changing. There's a new show on
PBS called "Mr. Rogers′ Gate-Guarded Community." And the
Conservatives themselves are changing, they're morphing. They're
The Mighty Morphin′ Power Brokers, and they′re wearing the power
Ties and they're taking the power lunches. But you know, the one
Thing that they′ve been missing up to this point is a power ballad
When your heart is heavy
When the night has been too long
When every road you choose
Muddy's up your shoes and leads you wrong
When you′re cold and lonely
When your rope is at its end
When darkness clouds the skies
And tears fill your eyes, when you just need a friend
Don't look at me!
Wipe your own damn nose!
And if I′ve kept you down or made you cry
Or trampled all your hopes and dreams
Well, that's the way it goes
In Heaven, there's no hate or war
In Heaven, no one′s hungry or poor
In Heaven, they hold hands evermore
But we′re on Earth, and here on Earth
It's every man for himself
When you′re a... not yet
When you're a black, Chicano, Native
American, Jewish lesbian folk singer
And this morning when you woke up
You hit your head on the steering wheel
You′re shoulder-deep in shit and you just wanna quit
I know how you can get a handgun without the usual background check
Get off my lawn!
Pay your rent on time!
And if I hire illegals to build a wall around my property
It's just ′cause I'm tough on crime!
In Heaven, there's no fear or need
In Heaven, no one′s rabid with greed
In Heaven, you get laid guaranteed
But we′re on Earth, and here on Earth
It's every man for himself
′Cause there's a hot wind a-blowin′ (hot wind a-blowin')
Can′t you feel it? It's blowin' hard (blowin′ hard)
So where′s your national pride, brother?
Where's your national (where′s your national) ID card?
And even as we send the American liberal off to the Great Society
In the sky, we await the day when he'll be joined by his friends
The literate and the tolerant. When all the frivolous arts
And sciences are replaced by a nationwide network of publicly
Funded putting greens, that government and the people, and
Above the people, and in spite of the people, shall not perish
But that certain people shall! And until then, my friends...
It′s every man for himself, self, self, self, self!
Writer(s): Roy Zimmerman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
