1. Promised Land

From the recording Promised Land


I stand in line, wait for my meals I cannot live and I cannot deal With this life that's left me so cold It's so empty down in my hole Where is the milk Where is the honey There's nothing but sand in my promised land I live in a box, under a bridge No one to talk to, but the voice in my head Yesterday's news I read today From this bag of garbage that you threw away Holes in my shoes, where's my promise With one pair of clothes, where's my promised land Still I pray and keep my head high Where is my promised land