We are told it seems, from our first breath That one day we'd cross, over the mountains The land of gods, with the angels too To spend eternity, in love and harmony
We work for nothing and the hours are so long We work for rations and the place we call home The morning trains carry us to our jobs Murmurs of slavery within the mobs
Nothing else matters it is our precious fate We are promised our own perfect place On and on the pattern goes, never to end Until the holy day when life should begin
The Promised Land, is what we toil for all our life The Promised Land, is why today is misery
The Promised Land, is what we toil for all our life The Promised Land, is why today is misery
We are told that it is heaven on earth We are told you shall never need We are told to do your work well We are told forever you will see
The Promised Land, our god given right The Promised Land, The Promised LandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
