歌詞
Oh, the Horn of Africa
Blows the blues all the day
Cold War has froze the grain
Now the wind harvests pain
Cross on the hill is Red
And all of the gods have fled
Back inside a fable
Jimmy, can you set the table?
Every kitchen
Has it's own graveyard
Every bitchin'
Throws another one on the boneyard
Every kitchen
Had it's own graveyard
Every stitchin'
Comes back to your backyard
What you gonna do
To make it right?
How you gonna reach
To turn on the light?
Bags of wheat have flown the skies
Bags of bones with blinking eyes
Teaspoons will dig the graves
Charity so seldom saves
Our distended guilt
For the chaos we have built
Such well-guarded borders
Hey, waitress, did you get my order?
What you gonna do
To make it your own?
What you gonna do
To bring it on home?
Plant a garden in the Spring
Treat it well and it will bring
Peace to you and neighbors too
If through the fence you do
Share the wealth and harvest sweat
And don't forget
No garden's a victory
'Til every mouth is free
Written by: Jonathan Stevens
