For every just man mocked and killed

For every drop of black contagion spilled

This is my house

This is my evil



For every battle lost and won

The spangled banners flapping in the sun

This is my blood

This is my people

The black drums leaking in their graves

The tin cans rocking on the arctic waves

For every child the streets will claim

The curse that rushes through her tiny veins

For every rose that wilts away

I die a little more each day

Just a little more each day



For every field of wasted grain

The rockets standing 'neath the western plains

This is my greed

This is my glory

For every fist raised to the sky

The crimes of hate our young sons glorify

For every mouth that yearns for bread

The heart of stone proclaiming

God is dead

For every soul that lost its way

I die a little more each day

Just a little more each day

A little more each day



For all the blessings I disown

The cruelities I condone

For every beast of land and sky and sea

That suffers for my vanity



For every sin under the sun

For all the tears from here to kingdom come

For every beast of land and sky and sea

That suffers for my vanity



For every sin under the sun

For all the tears from here to kingdom come

For every child the streets will claim

The curse that rushes through her tiny veins

For every rose that wilts away

I die a little more each day

Just a little more each day

A little more each day

Each day