Little Fists-David Berkeley

Little Fists - David Berkeley Well, well it's closing time It's Christmas And your county calls for you What would Jesus do? Reads the billboards driving south from Baltimore Think we'd gone to war The army trucks are are in the passing lane We're asking the rules to change We're asking the rules to change We're asking the rules to change Oh, in a field of grain Liberty stands with an open hand Outside of Birmingham Blues man on the corner shares the news Sings, "we cannot lose!" The beggars on the street, they disagree They're asking the man to change They're asking the man to change They're asking the man to change Well, Painter's hands are chained Poets tongue is tied The wizards all have died You must choose your side Politicians pick the pleasure and the pain In the pouring rain You clench your Little fists against the world You're screaming You're asking the leaves to change You're asking the leaves to change You're asking the leaves to change