CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : You Can Close the New York Stock Exchange / Everybody’s Got the Right
You can close the New York Stock Exchange.
Shut down the schools in Indonesia.
In Florence, Italy, a woman will leap from the Duomo clutching a picture of your victim and cursing your name—
Your wife will weep—
His wife will weep—
The world will weep—
Grief. Grief beyond imagining—
Despair—
The death of innocence and hope—
The bitter burdens which you bear—
The bitter truths you carry in your heart—
You can share them with the world.
You have the power of Pandora's Box, Lee. Open it...
(sung, overlapping)
I envy you...
We're your family...
I admire you...
I respect you...
Make us proud of you...
I envy you...
We're your family...
I admire you...
We're depending on you...
You are the future...
We're your family...
We envy you...
Make them listen to us, we've been waiting for you...
Make them listen, boy...
We admire you...
We're your family...
You are the future...
We're depending on you...
Make us proud...
All you have to do is squeeze your little finger
Squeeze your little finger...
You can change the wor—
Everybody's got the right
To be happy
Don't be mad
Life's not as bad as it seems
If you keep your goal in sight
You can climb to any height
Everybody's got the right
To their dreams
Everybody's got the right
To be different—
If you want to be different...
Even though
At times they go
To extremes...
Go to extremes...
Anybody can prevail
Everybody's free to fail
No one can be put in jail
For their dreams
Free country—!
Means that you've got the choice
Be a scholar!
Make a dollar!
Free country—!
Means that you get a voice
Scream and holler!
Grab 'em by the collar!
Free country—!
Means you get to connect!
That's it!
Means the right to expect
That you'll have an effect
That you're gonna connect
Connect! Connect! Connect!
Everybody's got the right
To some sunshine
Not the sun
But maybe one
Of its beams...
One of its beams...
Rich man, poor man, black or white
Everybody gets a bite
Everybody just hold tight
To your dreams
Everybody's got the right
To their dreams...
[They fire their guns into the air—BLAM!]
Shut down the schools in Indonesia.
In Florence, Italy, a woman will leap from the Duomo clutching a picture of your victim and cursing your name—
Your wife will weep—
His wife will weep—
The world will weep—
Grief. Grief beyond imagining—
Despair—
The death of innocence and hope—
The bitter burdens which you bear—
The bitter truths you carry in your heart—
You can share them with the world.
You have the power of Pandora's Box, Lee. Open it...
(sung, overlapping)
I envy you...
We're your family...
I admire you...
I respect you...
Make us proud of you...
I envy you...
We're your family...
I admire you...
We're depending on you...
You are the future...
We're your family...
We envy you...
Make them listen to us, we've been waiting for you...
Make them listen, boy...
We admire you...
We're your family...
You are the future...
We're depending on you...
Make us proud...
All you have to do is squeeze your little finger
Squeeze your little finger...
You can change the wor—
Everybody's got the right
To be happy
Don't be mad
Life's not as bad as it seems
If you keep your goal in sight
You can climb to any height
Everybody's got the right
To their dreams
Everybody's got the right
To be different—
If you want to be different...
Even though
At times they go
To extremes...
Go to extremes...
Anybody can prevail
Everybody's free to fail
No one can be put in jail
For their dreams
Free country—!
Means that you've got the choice
Be a scholar!
Make a dollar!
Free country—!
Means that you get a voice
Scream and holler!
Grab 'em by the collar!
Free country—!
Means you get to connect!
That's it!
Means the right to expect
That you'll have an effect
That you're gonna connect
Connect! Connect! Connect!
Everybody's got the right
To some sunshine
Not the sun
But maybe one
Of its beams...
One of its beams...
Rich man, poor man, black or white
Everybody gets a bite
Everybody just hold tight
To your dreams
Everybody's got the right
To their dreams...
[They fire their guns into the air—BLAM!]
