Who are we anymore? Greed, Hate & despair..
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Words & Music by Marc Meyers
Sixty-eight percent are never comin home
sixty-eight percent are never comin home
maybe its twenty-five or a hundred and ten
I don't know.
A face in the mud, who are his kin?
A face in the mud, who are his kin?
is there someone I can call,
does someone remember him?
Thousands of faces, what is the name?
Thousands of faces, what is the name?
a shot in the distance, and all faces are the same.
Pardons are made and pardons received
Pardons are made and pardons received
Is this to be the end, can it ever be believed?
Too many people, have begun to go insane
Too many people, have begun to go insane
All the confusion in the air has decayed every brain
Give me a gun Ill try to shoot straight
Give me a gun Ill try to shoot straight
After filling the earth full of holes, Ill speak
blindly of my fate.
Women and children, are lying dead on the ground
Women and children, are lying dead on the ground
The order wont last long as the vultures fly around
Leaders and preachers, both are the same
Leaders and preachers, both are the same
Each sits back to watch, as his dealings turn to rain.
Sixty-eight graves, keep living spirits home
sixty-eight graves, keep living spirits home
Maybe its twenty-five or a hundred and ten, I don't know.
Copyright Marc Meyers 2006