The Girl in the Crowd by Jon Lawler Lyrics
Well she's dressed up in blue for the genius [?]
Madison Square Gardens in '92
And she stands on the stage, twenty-five years of age
Singing [?]
And she cries no tears for the hatred she hears
As it cracked down her senses and filled up her ears
But who can shout louder the voices of right
Or of wrong
And she's singing a song by the reggae man
In front of twenty thousand ignorant minds
'Cause you can't have freedom of speech in a country
Where cash is a king and it's got to be cruel to be kind
Could you, the judge and the jury alone
Condemn the girl by the microphone
And your words they betrayed the very freedom you gained
On the ballot note
'Cause you can hide behind your constitution and rules
But it's one for the believer and another for the fools
And you're bound by the hatred of your barren-minded
Fathers and sons
And she's singing a song by the reggae man
In front of twenty thousand ignorant minds
'Cause you can't have freedom of speech in a country
Where cash is a king and it's wrong to be one of kind
So the girls and the boys on amphetamine hill
Who lived through the bomb and the air raid drill
Are locked in their cage of alcohol induced middle age
And it seems clear to me that no man is free
And the truth sometimes is the enemy
You've had so many faces it's getting hard to feel
And even harder to figure out which one of them's real
And she's singing a song by the reggae man
In front of twenty thousand ignorant minds
'Cause you can't have freedom of speech in a country
Where cash is the king and you've got to be cruel to be kind
Madison Square Gardens in '92
And she stands on the stage, twenty-five years of age
Singing [?]
And she cries no tears for the hatred she hears
As it cracked down her senses and filled up her ears
But who can shout louder the voices of right
Or of wrong
And she's singing a song by the reggae man
In front of twenty thousand ignorant minds
'Cause you can't have freedom of speech in a country
Where cash is a king and it's got to be cruel to be kind
Could you, the judge and the jury alone
Condemn the girl by the microphone
And your words they betrayed the very freedom you gained
On the ballot note
'Cause you can hide behind your constitution and rules
But it's one for the believer and another for the fools
And you're bound by the hatred of your barren-minded
Fathers and sons
And she's singing a song by the reggae man
In front of twenty thousand ignorant minds
'Cause you can't have freedom of speech in a country
Where cash is a king and it's wrong to be one of kind
So the girls and the boys on amphetamine hill
Who lived through the bomb and the air raid drill
Are locked in their cage of alcohol induced middle age
And it seems clear to me that no man is free
And the truth sometimes is the enemy
You've had so many faces it's getting hard to feel
And even harder to figure out which one of them's real
And she's singing a song by the reggae man
In front of twenty thousand ignorant minds
'Cause you can't have freedom of speech in a country
Where cash is the king and you've got to be cruel to be kind