Jerusalem Road from Little Victories by Sid Griffin

Will you help me brother? walkin' down Jerusalem Road
Will you help me mother? walkin' down Jerusalem Road

It runs right by the factory n' its brown and turgid streams
It lays right by the crooked brook n' its smokestacks full of steam
Its pavement full of pounding hoofs n' concrete cracked so mean
Its cobblestone past quiet homes filled with small town dreams

Will you help me brother? walkin' down Jerusalem Road
Will you help me mother? walkin' down Jerusalem Road

When favoured sons with all their guns have to lay down swords
When Washington sleeps in the sun peaceful with no chore
When foreign lands with desert sands can feed all of their poor
When every living breathing thing won't have to cry for more

I can see it in the evening as the night comes fadin' in
I can feel it in the morning as the day wakes to begin

Will you help me brother? walkin' down Jerusalem Road
Will you help me mother? walkin' down Jerusalem Road

If everything is said and done n' paid out at the till
If thoughts were trials and some of us suffered for free will
If one and one and one and one added up to nil
If all the love that's in this world could just once hold her still

Will you help me brother? walkin' down Jerusalem Road
Will you help me mother? walkin' down Jerusalem Road

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