Tekst piosenki 'Wednesday Morning' wykonawcy Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth
Glad wave, I'm glad wavin'
At a patriots house
Lookin' for change in the couch
Mad world, mad world
That's what the tv said
Imagine tryna keep your head
While your daughter sleeps in bed
And when she wakes up
Will the world be the same?
Will my girl be afraid in the home
Of the brave?
See I hope, I hope
That it's gon' be alright
But what a hell'uva a night

Humanity is a privilege, we can't give in
When they build walls, we'll build bridges
This is resistance, we're resilient
When they spread hate, we shine brilliant
March by the millions
'til they hear the children
We found ourselves at a distance
Open up the jails and the overcrowded cells
When we oppress anyone, we oppress ourselves
Greatest gift I ever learned
Is helpin' someone else
You build, believe
And build 'cause you forget about yourself
Service, purpose, work if you work it
Love everyone regardless
Of the god they worship
This isn't the apocalypse
We can't address the hate
Until we acknowledge it
If Jesus was alive, would he let mohamed in?
This isn't nature, my daughter hugs strangers
We teach fear and preach hatred
Put up a fence, scared to meet our neighbors
Think that if we let them in
They'll take advantage of us later
There's so much anger
And this world is ours, raise her
My daughter, hope it's a dream
When I wake up tomorrow

Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth
Glad wave, I'm glad wavin' at a patriots house
Lookin' for change in the couch
Mad world, mad world, that's what the tv said
Imagine tryna keep your head
While your daughter sleeps in bed
And when she wakes up
Will the world be the same?
Will my girl be afraid
In the home of the brave?
See I hope, I hope
That it's gon' be alright
But what a hell'uva a night

And we fight for the people
That haven't had a voice
Fight for the first amendment
Fight for freedom of choice
Fight for women's rights
If she does or doesn't care
We ride for all the queer folk
And fight for all to get married
I'm not moving to canada
Not fleeing the nation
No time for apathy
No more tears and no complainin'
Gotta fight harder for the next four
And what we're faced with
Got my daughter in my arms
And he is not gonna raise her

Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth
Glad wave, I'm glad wavin' at a patriots house
Lookin' for change in the couch
Mad world, mad world, that's what the tv said
Imagine tryna keep your head
While your daughter sleeps in bed
And when she wakes up
Will the world be the same?
Will my girl be afraid
In the home of the brave?
See I hope, I hope
That it's gon' be alright
But what a hell'uva a night