Burning Bed by Matt Woods

I wish my neighbors had more understanding
Of the way not understanding's used
And the people who share my way of thinking
Had a little less look down the nose attitude
I wish your mother wasn't so contentious
She loves as hard as the sky is blue
And I hope that mine can still remember
What her father held and son holds true

We have long days
And long nights of troubled sleep ahead
But I ain't ever been the one to say
Let's get out of a burning bed

The victor always writes the history
But truth is truth no matter how
Some algorithm moves and tries to trick me
Into believing wrong is right somehow
God damn the men who all knew better
But kept their mouths as closed as tombs
For power bought with shameful silence
Playing politics with poor girls' wombs

We have long days
And long nights of troubled sleep ahead
But I ain't ever been the one to say
Let's get out of a burning bed

Some day if we band together
And the levees 'round ideas hold
We may find ourselves in some drier weather
To watch a brighter day unfold
But in this time of tribulation
Keep steady, strong, and don't look down
'Cause even in the heart of darkness
A spark of hope can still be found

We have long days
And long nights of troubled sleep ahead
But I ain't ever been the one to say
Let's get out of a burning bed
We have long days
And long nights of troubled sleep ahead
But I ain't ever been the one to say
Let's get out of a burning bed

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