Another tribe... another brother
Torn between his lover and the gun
Another god... another mother
Weeps to justify the damage done

I wonder through the lies and dirt
I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth?
As truth collides with propaganda
Just another victim on the run

The world outside, all fluff and candour
Seeks to justify the damage done
No wonder, so much pain and hurt
I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth?

I think there may be..a war in heaven
Paradise beneath the smoking gun
As every saint and small town saviour
Race to justify their chosen one

I wonder, as our world collides
I want to reach out there
Across the great divide
Il tuo voto:
Swift and true straight to my heart,
Love has come calling and I'm back there again
I pour myself a brand new start
Glad to be falling for the beauty within.

All the King's horses, all the King's men
I'm on the outside looking in
Over and over and over again
There's no telling where I've been
How I returned here, how much I have seen

All the King's horses, all the King's men
I'll weave a circle round the sun
Throw down my arms and give my all
I'll be your soldier of love
I'll weave a circle round the sun
Throw down my arms and give my all
I'll be your soldier of love
I am your soldier of love
Il tuo voto:
Sing a song of freedom write it in the sky
Pocket full of secrets, a belly full of lies
Fiction to believe in, created then denied

Tricks and mirror
Sleight of hand
Hoola hoola
Promised land

Rhyme and reason
Smoke and fire
Hoola hoola
Truth and lies

Hail the gift of memory in this fifty-second state
Who sold me down the river and shafts me while he waits
Outside the gates of Eden, star spangled and so late

Tricks and mirror
Sleight of hand
Hoola hoola
Promised land

Rhyme and reason
Smoke and fire
Hoola hoola
Truth and lies
Il tuo voto:
Big star
She rising, she warning
Mamma it ain't long before the day

Red rooster
He crowing, he wanting
Blue moon on the wane

Ol black snake
He crawling, slip sliding
Crawling cross my floor

Old mule come
He jumping, he kick
Kicking in my stall

Casting your spell, talking all out of your head

I hear it, round midnight
I hear it, somebody knocking on my door
I hear it, round midnight
Somebody knocking on my door

Casting your spell, talking all out of your head
Il tuo voto:
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