Lyrics

One, two, three, four The doubt of work sends the out of work man To city of a hope and a home One door shuts here, another two slam He's homeless, he's hopeless Row upon row of castles in Spain Make up a fool's paradise A still born brainchild of a man with no brain The ballot box baby that died Oh, Hooverville And they promised us the world In Hooverville Us the world Crying for the moon And dirty faced children sit in the road By the shanty town shacks they call home The comfort of knowing they won't be there long Is the only comfort they know A young scream, a young dream is 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 to live 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 head In Hooverville And like fools we believed every last word they said Crying for the And they promised us the world And they promised us a roof above our head, oh And they promised us the world And like fools we believed every last word they said I believed every last word they 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 head In Hooverville And like fools we believed every last word they said Crying for the Their hope is so high, when they arrive Their hope is their only possession in life (Crying for the) Another man dies, another man cries Oh Mr. Politician open up your eyes (Crying for the) Open up your eyes Crying for the moon No more No more No more crying (Crying for the) Goodnight, everybody Thank you
Writer(s): Henry Priestman, Mark Herman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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