Dirty Little Secret Songtext
von Graham Nash
Dirty Little Secret Songtext
Greenwood, Oklahoma, June of ′21
Someone set the night on fire
Lost a lot of people as the day begun
Who lit the funeral pyre?
On an elevator, in the heart of town
Someone made somebody scream
Black and white, going up and down
Who's gonna lose a dream?
Dirty, little secret
Headlines printed in the daily news
Awake the sleeping rage inside
Disarm the people, keep′em all confused
Kill before they turn the tide
Dirty, little secret going 'round
Whispering from ear to ear
Burning down the very heart of town
Nobody shed a tear
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Look up to the sky
Your tears fall from the clouds
But Greenwood, don't you cry
Just shout it right out loud
It′s such a dirty, little secret
Getting so much darker every day
It′s hard to rise above it all
"Can't we get along?", I heard somebody say
Who′s gonna make the call?
'Cause all the walking wounded pay the price
For livin′ in the promised land
Take care of your neighbour would be my
advice 'Cause nothin′ ever goes as planned
It's such a dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Someone set the night on fire
Lost a lot of people as the day begun
Who lit the funeral pyre?
On an elevator, in the heart of town
Someone made somebody scream
Black and white, going up and down
Who's gonna lose a dream?
Dirty, little secret
Headlines printed in the daily news
Awake the sleeping rage inside
Disarm the people, keep′em all confused
Kill before they turn the tide
Dirty, little secret going 'round
Whispering from ear to ear
Burning down the very heart of town
Nobody shed a tear
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Look up to the sky
Your tears fall from the clouds
But Greenwood, don't you cry
Just shout it right out loud
It′s such a dirty, little secret
Getting so much darker every day
It′s hard to rise above it all
"Can't we get along?", I heard somebody say
Who′s gonna make the call?
'Cause all the walking wounded pay the price
For livin′ in the promised land
Take care of your neighbour would be my
advice 'Cause nothin′ ever goes as planned
It's such a dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Dirty, little secret
Writer(s): Graham William Nash, Russell Kunkel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com