Letra de Don't Drag Me Down - Social Distortion
Letra de canci�n de Don't Drag Me Down de Social Distortion lyrics
Children are taught to hate, parents just couldn't wait
Some are rich and some are poor, others will just suffer more
Have you ever been ashamed and felt society try to keep you down?
I begin to watch things change and see them turn around
Turn around, they'll try to keep you down
Turn around, turn around
Don't drag me down
Ignorance like a gun in hand, reach out to the promised land
Your history books are full of lies, media-blitz gonna dry your eyes
Have you ever been afraid, and felt society try to keep you down?
I begin to watch things change and see them turn around
Turn around, they'll try to keep you down
Turn around, turn around
Don't drag me down
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*guitar solo*
Ignorance like a gun in hand, reach out to the promised land
Your history books, are full of lies, media-blitz gonna dry your eyes
You're eighteen, wanna be a man
Your granddaddy's in the Ku Klux Klan
Taking two steps foward, and four steps back
Gonna go to the White House and paint it black...
Turn around, they'll try to keep you down
Turn around
Turn around, they'll try to keep you down
Turn around, turn around
Don't drag me down
Some are rich and some are poor, others will just suffer more
Have you ever been ashamed and felt society try to keep you down?
I begin to watch things change and see them turn around
Turn around, they'll try to keep you down
Turn around, turn around
Don't drag me down
Ignorance like a gun in hand, reach out to the promised land
Your history books are full of lies, media-blitz gonna dry your eyes
Have you ever been afraid, and felt society try to keep you down?
I begin to watch things change and see them turn around
Turn around, they'll try to keep you down
Turn around, turn around
Don't drag me down
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/don-t-drag-me-down-social-distortion.php
*guitar solo*
Ignorance like a gun in hand, reach out to the promised land
Your history books, are full of lies, media-blitz gonna dry your eyes
You're eighteen, wanna be a man
Your granddaddy's in the Ku Klux Klan
Taking two steps foward, and four steps back
Gonna go to the White House and paint it black...
Turn around, they'll try to keep you down
Turn around
Turn around, they'll try to keep you down
Turn around, turn around
Don't drag me down