Dirty Little Secret

Graham Nash

Compositor: Graham Nash / Russ Kunkel

Greenwood Oklahoma, June of '21,
Someone set the night on fire.
Lost a lot of people as the day begun,
Who lit the funeral pyre?

On an elevator in the heart of town,
Someone make somebody scream.
Black and white, going up and down.
Who's gonna lose a dream?

Dirty Little Secret.

Headlines printed in the daily news
Awake the sleeping rage inside.
Disarm the people, keep ââ,¬Ëœem all confused.
Kill before they turn the tide.

Dirty Little Secrets going round,
Whispering from ear to ear.
Burning down the very heart of town.
Nobody shed a tear.

Dirty Little Secret, Dirty Little Secret.

Look up to the sky, your tears fall from the clouds
But Greenwood don't you cry, just shout it right out loud.
It's such a Dirty Little Secret.

Getting so much darker every day.
It's hard to rise above it all.
ââ,¬Å"Can't we get along?ââ,¬Â I heard somebody say.
Who's gonna make the call?

ââ,¬Å"Cause all the walking wounded pay the price
For living in the promised land.
Take care of your neighbor would be my advice,
ââ,¬Ëœcause nothing ever goes as planned.

It's such a Dirty Little Secret,
Dirty Little Secret, Dirty Little Secret
Dirty Little Secret