Michael Franti & Spearhead

Everyone Deserves Music

Michael Franti & Spearhead


Everyone deserves music, sweet music 
Everyone deserves music, sweet music 

Seven in the morn' step on the floor 
Walk into the kitchen and you open the door 
There ain't much left in the bottle of juice 
Because the seeds that you planted never reproduced 
Computer still runnin' 
But your mind has crashed 
Because the plans that you made never came to pass 
Now you reconizin' the times is hard 
When you tryin' to take a bite out of your ATM card 

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Everyone deserves music, sweet music 
Everyone deserves music, sweet music 
Even our worst enemies Lord, they deserves music, music 
Even the quiet ones in our family, they deserve music 

Ginny's home life wouldn't stabilize 
At the age of 15 learned to drink and drive 
No one ever could seem to empathize 
Makin' babies in the back seat on traquilizers 
Papa never was much a rolling stone see 
He just like to sit and drink alone 
Mama always tried to do the best she could 
She would work all day and then come home to cook but, 
We all vain, we all strange 
We all drained, we all love to just complain. 
But nobody wants to seem to get along, ya see 
We got shame, we got pain 
We got blame, we all a little bit insane 
So that's why I sing this song ya know because 

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So I pray for them and I'll play for them 
So I pray for them and I'll play for them 
We all vain, we all strange 
We all drained, we all love to just complain. 
But nobody wants to seem to get along, ya see 
We got shame, we got pain 
We got blame, we all a little bit insane 
So that's why I sing this song ya know because 

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