Sadr City Blues - Fiction Plane

Sadr City blues, seen it on the news

Kids today get the lights turned out

You got to shine on Shine on Sadr City Blues, there is no excuse

Write your name down

Get your name crossed out

You got to shine on, shine on Sitting in the back on your very own

This ain’t jack, or ain’t wack

This is real life

You got to shine on, shine on You can’t wait

For the sun to be born

To hold you, keep you warm

The desert has its ice storm

It’s too late

For the flowers to arrive

On the road of the cross and knives

When you’re looking for just war

You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on To make it through the Sadr City blues

You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on To make it through the Sadr City blues

Oh, the work is never done burying your son

The television lights are lives

You got to shine on Shine on Sitting in the back on your very own

You get divorced over the telephone

You got to shine on Shine on You can’t wait

For the sun to be born

To hold, to keep you warm

The desert has its ice storm

It’s too late

For the flowers to arrive

On the road of the cross and knives

When you’re looking for just war

You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on To make it through the Sadr City blues

You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on To make it through the Sadr City blues

You can’t wait

For the sun to be born

To hold, to keep you warm

The desert has it’s ice storm

It’s too late

For the flowers to arrive

On the road of the cross and knives

When you’re looking for just war, just war

You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on To make it through the Sadr City blues

You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on To make it thorugh the Sadr City blues

You got to shine on, you got to shine on To make it through the Sadr City blues

You got to shine, shine, shine, shine on To make it through the Sadr City blues