Afternoon Matinee: Protest - Somebody's Jail

Performed by Holly Near

Just walking along, shopping for food

Stepping out of the line of fire when people are rude

Cheap stuff made in China, someone calls it a sale

Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter

Somebody's jail

Beat down in the market, stoned to death in the plaza

Raped on the hillside under the gun from LA to Gaza

A house made of cardboard living close to the rail

Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter

Somebody's jail

And I feel the witch in my veins

I feel the mother in my shoe

I feel the scream in my soul

The blood as I sing the ancient blue

They burned in the millions

I still smell the fire in my grandma's hair

The war against women rages on

Beware of the fairytale

Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter

Somebody's jail

The noise of elections, the promise of change

A grabbing of power at the top, a day at the rifle range

Somebody's in danger, somebody's for sale

Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter

Somebody's jail

It's not on a map

The weight of the world on somebody's back

It's the clothes that I wear, it's the food that I eat

It's the women and the children living out on the street

It's the war at the border, the refugee camp

It's the child bride doomed to walk the ramp

It's the boot in the stomach, the slap in the face

It's the death that is handed out simply by race

Rape by the soldiers, abduction of sons

It's nuclear threat, the fascination with guns

Looks at the office, the danger at night

The one you call darling coming home for a fight

It's the AIDS with no borders, it's the African teen

It's the women all over simply going unseen

It's the arrogant posture, the man on the moon

It's the dying of need before the promise of soon

It's the millions who go without food and water

It's somebody's mother, somebody's daughter

And I feel the witch in my veins

I feel the mother in my shoe

I feel the scream in my soul

The blood as I sing the ancient blue

They burned in the millions

I still smell the fire in my grandma's hair

The war against women rages on

Beware of the fairytale

Somebody's mama, somebody's daughter

Somebody's jail

Somebody's jail

Somebody's jail

~ from HollyNear.com ~