Proud Land

Here we sit upon the fringe

We'll break the bread and start the binge again

Lead me to some past to follow

Raise my glass and toast to swallowing

(chorus)

But this proud land, it is not real

You know they feed up on the weak

Not on the wheat

It seems to be

Tuned in are the wide-eyed screening

Sounds without a meaning just a trend

Sow your seed and pass the bag

We've raised the corn and now the flag, amen

(chorus)

(bridge)

On any nameless street

The clothes are on the line

The dogwood's blooming

And the paper's right on time

(instrumental break)

Black and white it's read to us

To feed the hand that feeds on us again

Sell the pride and wear a grin

'Cause happy days are here again

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