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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tune-Yards
Tune-Yards
Performer
Merrill Garbus
Merrill Garbus
Vocals
Nate Brenner
Nate Brenner
Bass
Harry Bolles
Harry Bolles
Background Vocals
Jem Fanvu
Jem Fanvu
Background Vocals
Kasey Knudsen
Kasey Knudsen
Performer
Mark Allen Piccolo
Mark Allen Piccolo
Background Vocals
Matt Nelson
Matt Nelson
Tenor Saxophone
Melody Parker
Melody Parker
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Merrill Garbus
Merrill Garbus
Songwriter
Nate Brenner
Nate Brenner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Merrill Garbus
Merrill Garbus
Producer
Eli Crews
Eli Crews
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ladies and gentleman, Merrill is performing at the- My country, 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty How come I cannot see My future within your arms Your love it turns me down Into the underground My country bleeding me I will not stay in your arms Not yet, yet, yet No, not yet, yet, yet No, not yet, yet No, not yet, yet, eh-oh Not yet, yet, yet No, not yet, yet, yet No, not yet, yet No, not yet, yet, yet At the Salvation army, making us all stand in a line While mommy and daddy make up and try to make up their mind Oh, the shame I felt when those histories mention my name If only I could forget, but memory's my favorite game We cannot have it Well, what am I supposed to say to those other guys So sorry, but you only stood half a chance Now it's over and they're walkin' all over you We cannot have it Well, then why is there juice dripping under your chin When they have nothing, why do you have something When they have nothing The worst thing about living a lie Is just wondering when they'll find out I got me, you've got you That's one plus one plus two I never told you what to do And then you put me in some box I've got you, you've got me Like a baby's got a bumblebee I told myself I'd have to jump higher If I was gonna get over your shit We cannot have it Well, then what do you want me to say to those others Oh yes, there's a place for you But that place is underneath the cushion of my behind And you cannot have it Well, then why did you say so With my eyes open, how can I be happy? With my eyes open If nothing of this is ours How will I ever know when something's mine? My country, tis of thee Sweet land of liberty How come I cannot see it My country, tis of thee Sweet land of liberty, yeah The worst thing about living a lie Is just wondering when they'll find out
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