Jill Sobule, ik heb haar ooit zien optreden bij wijze van voorprogramma van Billy Bragg, moet ergens in de jaren nul zijn geweest. Zij was zo ongeveer weggezakt in mijn muziekgeheugen en toen zocht ik “iets voor Pasen” en zo dook ze weer op. De suggestie voor dat paaslied neem ik niet over, ik doe deze. Ze wil ook dat het lied zo veel mogelijk gedeeld wordt.
Remember the garden of Eden?
Before Eve hung out with that snake?
You could walk down the streets
not worry ‘bout thieves
All the kids could go trick or treating.
Then those foreigners started coming in
Like the Germans in 1790
Then the Irish arrived,
the potato blight
The neighborhood started changing
Life was better, we lived right,
Life had a paler shade of white.
When they say, “we want our America back”, Our America back, our America back.”
When they say, ”we want our America back” Well, what the…fuck do they mean?
Before there was Ellis island
And that statue we got from the French
That whore’s still alerting,
with strangers she’s flirting
Inviting them into our beds
The guineas, the coolies, the wetbacks, the reds
The Jews, now those terrorists
And who let in the woman who looks after my kid
And the one who is cleaning my mess?
Life was so righteous, life was so clean.
Send em all back including me
When they say, “we want our America back”, Our America back, our America back.”
When they say, ”we want our America back” Well, what the…fuck do they mean?
Before the gays had the agenda,
before the slaves were free
Before that man from Kenya
he took the presidency
When they say, “we want our America back”, Our America back, our America back.”
When they say, ”we want our America back” Well, what the…fuck do they mean?
(bis)
2016
