Everywhere you look you see things that don’t seem right.
The America where you grew up just seems so far from sight.
Streets are littered with lost souls, town squares are empty and void of God.
People pass each other by and don’t even bother to speak or nod.
Mom and Pop are long gone, they’re not needed anymore.
Corner grocer can’t make a living, and he has had to close his doors.
You’re being told….. “American, you’re getting old, running out of ingenuity.”
Your morals and ethics are obsolete and with defeat, many stray from necessity.
Those we depended on to be the leaders in this town
Have chosen instead to make their bed, and then let everybody down.
But still there’s something deep inside…..call it honor or call it pride.
There’s a few of us left who won’t settle like before
The Main Street Warriors from shore to shore
are fed up with the takers and we won’t take it anymore.
First they used our generosity…….used our laws against us.
Then, they said, “We won’t learn to speak your tongue.”
They counted on our passivity to help them to grow strong.
Still, we accepted this with caution, trusting those with power
would protect our rights.
Then, years passed and we realized that we would have to fight.
So, rise up with your votes and face your foes.
Raise your voices up and make your opinions known.
The laurels of our fathers are worn from tread and misuse.
The garments of our mothers are frayed from their abuse.
Our lands, once lush and full of fruits
Are withered now with their pursuits
To end us of our happiness
To take what is ours and what was blessed
To belong to you and your fellow American.
Rise up with us and make a stand!
‘Cause there’s still something deep inside us.….call it honor or call it pride.
There’s still many of us left who won’t settle like before
The Main Street Warriors from shore to shore
Soon, we may be knocking at your door.
‘Cause we’re fed up and we won’t take it anymore.
Main Street Warriors
Everywhere you look you see things that don’t seem right.
The America where you grew up just seems so far from sight.
Streets are littered with lost souls, town squares are empty and void of God.
People pass each other by and don’t even bother to speak or nod.
Mom and Pop are long gone, they’re not needed anymore.
Corner grocer can’t make a living, and he has had to close his doors.
You’re being told….. “American, you’re getting old, running out of ingenuity.”
Your morals and ethics are obsolete and with defeat, many stray from necessity.
Those we depended on to be the leaders in this town
Have chosen instead to make their bed, and then let everybody down.
But still there’s something deep inside…..call it honor or call it pride.
There’s a few of us left who won’t settle like before
The Main Street Warriors from shore to shore
are fed up with the takers and we won’t take it anymore.
First they used our generosity…….used our laws against us.
Then, they said, “We won’t learn to speak your tongue.”
They counted on our passivity to help them to grow strong.
Still, we accepted this with caution, trusting those with power
would protect our rights.
Then, years passed and we realized that we would have to fight.
So, rise up with your votes and face your foes.
Raise your voices up and make your opinions known.
The laurels of our fathers are worn from tread and misuse.
The garments of our mothers are frayed from their abuse.
Our lands, once lush and full of fruits
Are withered now with their pursuits
To end us of our happiness
To take what is ours and what was blessed
To belong to you and your fellow American.
Rise up with us and make a stand!
‘Cause there’s still something deep inside us.….call it honor or call it pride.
There’s still many of us left who won’t settle like before
The Main Street Warriors from shore to shore
Soon, we may be knocking at your door.
‘Cause we’re fed up and we won’t take it anymore.