Democracy (Bonus Track)

It's coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tiananmen Square It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly real Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there From the war against disorder From the sirens night and day From the fires of the homeless From the ashes of the gay Democracy is coming to the USA It's coming through a crack in the wall On a visionary flood of alcohol From the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount Which I don't pretend to understand at all It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay From the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet Democracy is coming to, to the USA It's coming from the sorrow in the street The holy places where the races meet From the homicidal bitching That goes down in every kitchen To determine who will serve and who will eat From the wells of disappointment Where the women kneel to pray For the grace of God in the desert here And the desert far away Democracy is coming to, to the USA Sail on, sail on O mighty ship of state To the shores of need Past the reefs of greed Through the squalls of hate Sail on, sail on, sail on It's coming to America first The cradle of the best, of the worst It's here they've got the range And the machinery for change And it's here they've got the spiritual thirst It's here the family's broken And it's here the lonely say That the heart has got to open In a fundamental way Democracy is coming to, to the USA It's coming from the women and the men Oh, baby, we'll be making love again We'll be going down so deep That the river's going to weep And the mountain's gonna shout "Amen" It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway Imperial, mysterious, in amorous array Democracy is coming to, to the USA Sail on, sail on O mighty ship of state To the shores of need Past the reefs of greed Through the squalls of hate Sail on, sail on, sail on I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean Oh, I love the country, but I can't stand the scene And I'm neither left or right, I'm just staying home tonight Getting lost in that hopeless little screen But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay I'm junk, but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet Democracy is coming to, to the USA To the USA To the USA To the USA