The god forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the bar The kids discover victims in the rubble and the tar They're married to ambition to the slogans of the war Slogans that used to be scrawled on the wall and written in the heart
A woman bows to Mecca and she struggles to her feet It's better since the president took shooting off the street She pictures all the poverty the cursed hold war The pictures that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heart
The elders make a promise and they forge it in the fire The general's car is sabotaged, four bullets in the tire With the burning of the words there goes the scorching of the heart The words that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heart The god forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the bar The kids discover victims in the rubble and the tar They're married to ambition to the slogans of the war Slogans that used to be scrawled on the wall and written in the heart
A woman bows to Mecca and she struggles to her feet It's better since the president took shooting off the street She pictures all the poverty the cursed hold war The pictures that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heart
The elders make a promise and they forge it in the fire The general's car is sabotaged, four bullets in the tire With the burning of the words there goes the scorching of the heart The words that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
