I Die a Little More Each Day lyrics

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,

those 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 artic waves.

For every child the streets will claim

the curse that rushes 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 litle more each day

just a little more each day,

a little more each day.

For all the blessings I disown,

cruelities I condone,

For every beast of land and sky and sea

that suffers for my vanity.

For every sin under the sun,

for the tears from here to kindom 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,

a little more, a little more each day,

just a little more each day,

a little more, just a little more each day,

each day.