Gino Vanelli: I die a little more each day - Tekst piosenki

For every just man mocked and killedFor every drop of black contagion spilledThis is my houseThis is my evilFor every battle lost and wonThe spangled banners flapping in the sunThis is my bloodThis is my peopleThe black drums leaking in their gravesThe tin cans rocking on the arctic wavesFor every child the streets will claimThe curse that rushes through her tiny veinsFor every rose that wilts awayI die a little more each dayJust a little more each dayFor every field of wasted grainThe rockets standing 'neath the western plainsThis is my greedThis is my gloryFor every fist raised to the skyThe crimes of hate our young sons glorifyFor every mouth that yearns for breadThe heart of stone proclaimingGod is deadFor every soul that lost its wayI die a little more each dayJust a little more each dayA little more each dayFor all the blessings I disownThe cruelities I condoneFor every beast of land and sky and seaThat suffers for my vanityFor every sin under the sunFor all the tears from here to kingdom comeFor every beast of land and sky and seaThat suffers for my vanityFor every sin under the sunFor all the tears from here to kingdom comeFor every child the streets will claimThe curse that rushes through her tiny veinsFor every rose that wilts awayI die a little more each dayJust a little more each dayA little more each dayEach day