Macklemore

Macklemore - Wednesday Morning lyrics

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Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth

Glad wave, I'm glad wavin' at a Patriots house

Lookin' for change in the couch

Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said

Imagine tryna keep your head

While your daughter sleeps in bed

And when she wakes up, will the world be the same?

Will my girl be afraid in the home of the brave?

See I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright

But what a hell'uva a night



Humanity is a privilege, we can't give in

When they build walls, we'll build bridges

This is resistance, we're resilient

When they spread hate, we shine brilliant

March by the millions 'til they hear the children

We found ourselves at a distance

Open up the jails and the overcrowded cells

When we oppress anyone, we oppress ourselves

Greatest gift I ever learned is helpin' someone else

You build, believe and build 'cause you forget about yourself

Service, purpose, work if you work it

Love everyone regardless of the God they worship

This isn't the Apocalypse

We can't address the hate until we acknowledge it

If Jesus was alive, would he let Mohamed in?

This isn't nature, my daughter hugs strangers

We teach fear and preach hatred

Put up a fence, scared to meet our neighbors

Think that if we let them in, they'll take advantage of us later

There's so much anger and this world is ours, raise her

My daughter, hope it's a dream when I wake up tomorrow



Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth

Glad wave, I'm glad wavin' at a Patriots house

Lookin' for change in the couch

Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said

Imagine tryna keep your head

While your daughter sleeps in bed

And when she wakes up, will the world be the same?

Will my girl be afraid in the home of the brave?

See I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright

But what a hell'uva a night



And we fight for the people that haven't had a voice

Fight for the first amendment, fight for freedom of choice

Fight for women's rights, if she does or doesn't care

We ride for all the Queer folk and fight for all the [?]

I'm not moving to Canada, not fleeing the nation

No time for apathy, no more tears and no complainin'

Gotta fight harder for the next four and what we're faced with

Got my daughter in my arms and he is not gonna raise her



Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth

Glad wave, I'm glad wavin' at a Patriots house

Lookin' for change in the couch

Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said

Imagine tryna keep your head

While your daughter sleeps in bed

And when she wakes up, will the world be the same?

Will my girl be afraid in the home of the brave?

See I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright

But what a hell'uva a night
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