Tommy Rackley - Gather Around Lyrics

Gather around
And Let me tell you my story
About a small town boy
With guts and glory
Looking for the piece of his American pie
With dust and bones and
Sweat in his eyes
Ain't never been afraid to die
Working hard on the assembly line
Switching the channels
On the radio station
Just another number
Stuck in rotation
Clogging up the hospitals
And bleeding the pavement
So tell me Mr President
As you shut down the nation
Is this really for my well being
Or just a ventilation
For a cleansing
And time to repent
For all the time that they spent
For every dime
And every cent
And every lie that they said
In the media and tabloids
Fuking our minds
Until we find that they skip
Most of the time
A little off beat
And always falling behind
Find a little medicine
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