Play It Again Sam Testo

Well, we read best selling novels so we can talk between the linesAnd we often close our eyes just to hide the dollar signsAnd we're suddenly pretentious, and conform right with the streamWe're born and bred believers in the American Dream.And we drink our whiskey straight, though we do not like the tasteAnd we dress in obligations, with a top hat show of hasteAnd we hinder our reactions as we measure what we sayUntil someone starts to cry and the faces turn away, again.Play it again, Sam, take it slow and easySing about the land of the brave and the home of the freeAnd there's a man who will tip you better than you've gotten yetIf you play us a happy song and help us forgetPlay it again, Sam.Well, we'll donate to our charities to deduct our future taxesAnd we flock to bars for drinking, though one never quite relaxesAnd we'll compromise our standards if it means we'll get attentionAnd the things we need the most to say are the things we nevermention.Play it again, Sam, take it slow and easySing about the land of the brave and the home of the freeAnd there's a man who will tip you better than you've gotten yetIf you play us a happy song and help us forgetPlay it again, Sam.Now I know God is in His Heaven, though it's hard to keep in mindWhen you're searching for relief, and hell is all you findAnd I know that I'm a romantic, and I must seem a fool to sayBut I know I'm going to see a few hands joined before my dying day.Play it again, Sam, take it slow and easySing about the land of the brave and the home of the freeAnd there's a man who will tip you better than you've gotten yetIf you play us a happy song and help us all forgetPlay it again, Sam...Play it again, Sam...Play it again, Sam.