Peace Beneath the City

Here's a prayer for the body buried by the Interstate
 Mother of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames
 Black valley, peace beneath the city
 Where the women hear the washboard rhythm in their bosom when they say
 Give me
 Good legs
 And a Japanese car
 And show me a road
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 Sing a song for the bodies buried by the riverbank
 A well-dressed boy and a pig with a bullet in the brain
 Black valley, peace beneath the city
 Where the white girls wander the strip mall, singing all day
 Give me
 A juggernaut heart
 And a Japanese car
 And someone to free
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 Say something for the body buried like a keepsake
 Mother of a million mouths with the very same name
 Black valley, peace beneath the city
 Where the women get the weather but never ever tell you what they pray
 They pray give me
 A yellow brick road
 And a Japanese car
 And benevolent change