There's a storm cloud coming to where we lay Now the wolves are coming to greet their prey And as we mourn The strangers set camp on our doors Questions have no meaning, it's a story they want
The sun doesn't shine In this valley below All the papers will say They didn't make it back home All they want are their names Don't they have no shame In a small old town where everyone knows Who did it
As they all come crawling from under rocks There's a mother calling in a state of shock As she mourns Shattered life through a lens Cut the cord Greed and violations It's a story they wantTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
