Getting Out the Vote - Chicago Symphony Orchestra & Sir Georg Solti

If you don't like who's in there, vote 'em out That's what Election Day is all about The biggest gun we've got Is called "the ballot box" So if you don't like who's in there, vote 'em out Vote 'em out (vote 'em out) Vote 'em out (vote 'em out) And when they're gone, we'll sing and dance and shout Bring some new ones in And we'll start that show again And if you don't like who's in there, vote 'em out If it's a bunch of clowns you voted in Election Day is comin' 'round again If you don't like it now If it's more than you'll allow If you don't like who's in there, vote 'em out Vote 'em out (vote 'em out) Vote 'em out (vote 'em out) And when they're gone, we'll sing and dance and shout Bring some new ones in And we'll start the show again And if you don't like who's in there, vote 'em out Vote 'em out (vote 'em out) Vote 'em out (vote 'em out) That's what Election Day is all about The biggest gun we've got Is called "the ballot box" So if you don't like who's in there, vote 'em out If you don't like who's in there, well vote 'em out

And hate runs through my blood Well, my tongue was in love But my heart was left above I've got to be leaving now I thought I'd never be shot down But girl, I'm black and blue So beaten down for you Well, I'm beaten down in bloom Don't break away I waste away Don't break away And lay me out across the grey Hours, I should have kept at bay Well, I had no chance to get away I can't escape my own escape Even more when it's sweet to the taste Red stairs lead sense astray I look up and seek for faith Oh, but girl just lean over and say Well, lay me down Pull me out Well, take my crown again He's submerged in doubt But wait, I make my last request See this could be the best But blue, I need to rest See I been broken down So much has lost it now I just stop and say Girl, don't you worry 'bout a thing Baby blue

One dollar, one vote Watch where the money goes Even truth in an age of deceit Is impossible to believe Because everything is inverted Everything perverted Everybody's got something to hide Everybody tells lies Those who profess love the loudest Practice hate the proudest I'll say it again Those who profess love the loudest Practice hate the proudest One dollar, one vote Watch where the money goes No justice for Jesus While all the diseases are too Lucrative to cure, too much to endure Because the rich man's war is a poor man's fight And there ain't no cure for this virus of the mind What was said is unsaid What's implied is denied Fact becomes opinion Opinion becomes crime To do or die Yet never wonder why One dollar, one vote Watch where the money goes Even truth in an age of deceit Is impossible to believe But did we ever really have a voice? Do we ever really have a choice? When different masks on the same face Dictate what to love and who to hate One dollar, one vote One dollar, one vote One dollar, one vote Time to take back what we own

When I get up, she swears that she don't hear it Says that I'm as quiet as a mouse I comb my hair and throw some water on my face And back out of the stillness of our house Lately, my patience is in short supply Nothing good seems to ever come from all this work No matter how hard I try You know I believe in the Son, I ain't no backslider But my people were told they'd prosper in this land Still, I know some who've never seen the ocean Or set one foot on a velvet bed of sand But they've got their treasure Laying way up high Where there might be many mansions But when I look up, all I see is sky Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up in the morning And put another day in, son That holds you till the getting's good Green ribbon front doors, dishwater days This whole town is tied to the torso Of God's mysterious ways Maybe it's the getting by that gets right underneath you It'd swallow up your every step, boy, if it could But maybe it's the stuff it takes to get up in the morning And put another day in, son That keeps you standing where you should So put another day in, son And hold on till the getting's good