Everyone Deserves Music - Michael Franti, Spearhead

Seven in the morn' step on the floor

Walk into the kitchen and you open the door

There ain’t much left in the bottle of juice

Because the seeds that you planted never reproduced

Computer still runnin'

But your mind has crashed

Because the plans that you made never came to pass

Now you reconizin' the times is hard

When you tryin' to take a bite out of your ATM card

Everyone deserves music, sweet music

Everyone deserves music, sweet music

Even our worst enemies Lord, they deserves music, music

Even the quiet ones in our family, they deserve music

Ginny’s home life wouldn’t stabilize

At the age of 15 learned to drink and drive

No one ever could seem to empathize

Makin' babies in the back seat on tranquilizers

Papa never was much a rolling stone see

He just like to sit and drink alone

Mama always tried to do the best she could

She would work all day and then come home to cook but

We all vain, we all strange

We all drained, we all love to just complain

But nobody wants to seem to get along, ya see

We got shame, we got pain

We got blame, we all a little bit insane

So that’s why I sing this song ya know because

So I pray for them and I’ll play for them

So I pray for them and I’ll play for them

We all vain, we all strange

We all drained, we all love to just complain

But nobody wants to seem to get along, ya see

We got shame, we got pain

We got blame, we all a little bit insane

So that’s why I sing this song ya know because