Cast away across this ancient land The desert heat burns the Eastern sand Fever falls and it starts to take hold Asphalt blood worth its weight in gold
The battle cries echo through the stones A thousand men and children far from home Fighting for them that would not fight Forsake all concepts of what’s wrong & right
History repeats or so the prophecies say Tomorrow’s bloodshed is our failures today No man raising up his hands in protest To think we thought our government knew best
Painting devils on the eyes of our youth So many words spoken & yet so little truth Too much talk but when will you move It’s at the point where we have little to lose
And they crest the hill so savage & wild Scorching the land & every woman & child Through the deserts they slip into the night And they dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
