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I have faith in these desolate times
A roar down the road of a rumbling war
I have faith in these desolate times
A chill from the eyes of a man of political skill
I have faith, but for how much longer?

It seems to me, bitter trees, full of fleas
Summarily hold the branches
People we, falling leaves, watching thieves
Stealing keys to our ranches

I have faith in these desolate times
A score to the sound of the feet of a journeyman's tour
I have faith in these desolate times
A feel and a hope and belief that man's peace will be still
I have faith, but for how much longer?

The village green, people seen, full of beans
Imagining the course of action
And in between, shopping scenes, plasticine
Suburban dreams, an empty faction

I have faith in these desolate times
Show fear, the smoke of a gun trigger pulling finger pressure comes near
I have faith in these desolate times
Before long, the lamb and the lion may lie with the lass in the grass at dawn
I have faith, but for how much longer?
Ah, got to have, ha, in these desolate times now, y'all, ha
Got to have faith, ha, in these hard times that you see
People living on the street
Somebody you get to know that you meet
In a sidewalk café, spending their last dime on a piece of bread
Got to have faith, ha, in these desolate, desolate times, ha
Have faith, ha, in these hard times, ha
Got to, got to, get God, gotta, ha, gotta have it
Got to have faith, got to have faith
Got to have faith, ha, got to have faith
Got to have faith, got to have faith
Got to have, ha, you gotta, got, gotta have some, ha
Give it, go give it up, ha
Spread it, spread it around, ha
Don't keep it to yourself, spread it around now now