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The Christians - Hooverville (They Promised Us The World)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Christians
The Christians
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Herman
Mark Herman
Songwriter
Henry Priestman
Henry Priestman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Laurie Latham
Laurie Latham
Producer
Peter Hammond
Peter Hammond
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

The doubt of work sends the out of work man To city of hope and of home When one door shuts here another two slam Yes he's homeless, he's hopeless, alone Row upon row of castles in Spain Make up the fool's paradise A still-born brain-child of a man with no brain A ballot box baby that dies And they promised us the world (in Hooverville) Yes they promised us the world (crying for the moon) Now dirty faced children sitting alone By the shanty town shacks they call The comfort of knowing they won't be there long It's the only comfort the know A young screamer, young dreamer's lost in the night Along with the young will to live Along with the masses that gave up the fight A fight for a reason live (in Hooverville) And they promised us the world (in Hooverville) Said the streets were paved with silver and gold (oh Hooverville) And they promised us a roof above our heads (in Hooverville) And like fools we believed every last word they said (crying for the moon) And they promised us the world And they promised us a roof above our heads (oh) And they promised us the world And like fools we believed every last word they said I believed every last word you said (Oh Hooverville) And they promised us the world (in Hooverville) Said the streets were paved with silver and gold (oh Hooverville) And they promised us a roof above our heads (in Hooverville) And like fools we believed every last word they said (crying for the moon) The hope is so high when they arrive The hope is their only possession in life (crying for the moon) Another man dies, another man cries Oh Mr. Politician open up your eyes (crying for the moon) Open up your eyes (crying for the moon) Ooh, oh, ooh You took a hole in my life, hmm Low living I'm not living
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