broken brother, what have we become? beating on the workers drum unaware of the hours unaware that we are here
the circle closes again no beginning or end the years have closed our dreaming eyes and it's hard to find a friend
an hour's over an hour gets away
dying counting on another dime worthless figures counting time honor for those who stay honor when they call my name
the circle closes again no beginning or end man in the desperate eyes of a dying boy and the dust within his hands,
an hour's over an hour gets away
who will fall behind? who will go a little further? who will climb? who? i, i decide
who will earn the right? who will take their time? who will live or die?
strength
oh, how the story goes
we can make some money we can all make some but we won't make a living it cannot be done, no a sand of gold or silver we can all make some but we don't deserve the pain when the work is done
strength!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.