Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band - Roosevelt Room Lyrics

[Verse 1]Hey there, son of AdamHey there, daughter of EveHelp me sing this tear gas riot songFor some fresh-faced policeThey won't even know what hit 'emWhen they lift their Roman shadesAnd the people's sun comes pouring inOn a brand new day[Verse 2]You who dammed the riverYou changed our mountain's nameFirst we want Denali backThen we're taking over Washington stateYou get death as a consolationYou know only hate and rageYou paid a dowry for your child brideAnd now she's living like a slave[Verse 3]A prayer came down the wireIt was all in the enemy's codeYou couldn't figure out what mercy meantSo you did like you were toldWhen they finally sent the doctorsOnce the fireball went outThere was nothing left but the cockroachesAnd a movie with no sound[Chorus]What good, what good are youWith your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?What good, what good are youWith your Seneca plague and your Arlington tomb?[Verse 4]Go ask Hunter ThompsonGo ask Hemingway's ghostIt all catches up with youOnce you get just a little too oldTake a hard look in the mirrorIt's a thing that you cannot seeYour shadow's long but the day is youngIt just wasn't meant to be[Verse 5]There's no blankets for the winterThere's no oil in the lampAnd I'd like to write my congressmanBut I can't afford the stampYou want me to pay my taxesSo you can propagate your lieWhile there's barefoot dudes down in New OrleansLooking like they're gonna die[Verse 6]You who quote the legendsYou who poisoned all of my dreamsYou who pinned all of the medals onAll those boys from Omaha BeachHope you haven't got too lazyI know you like your apple pieCause the working poor you've been pissing onAre doing double shifts tonight[Chorus]What good, what good are youWith your Seneca plague and your Arlington tomb?What good, what good are youWith your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room?