Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands
And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds So many different suns
And we have just one world But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell And the moon's riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight And every line on your palm We're fools to make war On our brothers in arms
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Sometimes I feel like I'm falling Fall back again, fall back again, Fall back again, fall back again
Oh, life it seems a struggle between what we see and what we do Well I'm not going to change my ways just to please you or appease you Inside a crowd, five billion proud willing to punch it out Right, wrong, weak, strong ashes to ashes all fall down Look around about this round about this merry-go-round and around Well If at all God's gaze upon us falls it's with a mischievous grin, look at him
Forget about the reasons and the treasons we are seeking Forget about the notion that our emotions can be swept away Forget about being guilty we are innocent instead For soon we will all find our lives swept away
Late at night with TV's hungry child his belly swells Well, for the price of a coke or a smoke I could keep alive those hungry eyes Man, take a look again, take a look again Eveyday things change Basically they stay the same
Forget about the reasons and the treasons we are seeking Forget about the notion that our emotions can be kept at bay Forget about being guilty we are innocent instead For soon we will all find our lives swept away
You seek up an emotion and your cup is overflowing You seek up on emotion, sometimes your well is dry You seek up a big monster for him to fight your wars for you But when he finds his way to you, the devil's not going, "Ha ha, ha ha"
(Say, oh say)
Oh look at me in my fancy car and my bank account Oh, how I wish I could take it all down into my grave, God knows I'd save and save Man, take a look again, take a look again things you have collected, well in the end piles up to one big nothing, one big nothing at all
Forget about the reasons and the treasons we are seeking Forget about the notion that our emotions can be swept away Intentions are not wicked, don't be tricked into thinking so And soon we will all find our lives swept away
You seek up an emotion and your cup is overflowing You seek up an emotion, sometimes your well is dry You seek up a big monster for him to fight your wars for you But when he finds his way to you, the devil's not going, "Ha ha, ha ha"
Fall back again, fall back again Fall back again, fall back again
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
What I can't understand oh please God hold my hand
Why it had to happen to me
And it's only love and it's only love
That can wreck a human being and turn him inside out
Some say the heart is just like a wheel
When you bend it you can't mend it
But my love for you is like a sinking ship
And my heart is on that ship out in mid-ocean
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Back in my schooldays, acting the fool days One and one and one is three And the man said, Hey, come and cut yourself a piece of the big time Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses
Never made sense to me I didn't want to be a part of the great debate on moonshine
Stop, pay the price, they said to me
Take this advice, you're out of your head I said, Stop, hold the phone
This has to be cut to the bone Too bad, I see red, I see red, I see red
Sly man stumbles, twists and he tumbles He always lands on his feet And he sets his face towards the far horizon
Won't you come this way? Can't you go that way?
But his rhythm don't miss a beat 'Cause he's doing everything he can to keep surviving
Stop, pay the price, they said to me
Take this advice, you're out of your head
So who wants a riot? People should be quiet Don't we give them good TV?
You can learn to love your lifetime of distraction Nothing on the inside, nothing on the outside
All the way from A to Z I can live without that kind of satisfaction
Stop, pay the price, they said to me
Take this advice, you're out of your head I said, Stop, hold the phone
This has to be cut to the bone
Too bad, I see red,
I see red,
I see red
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Enveloped in a sentiment, a sound that rushes over me. Engage an impulse to pretend I have a faith as pure. Not forgetting what it means to dream. Indulging everything. Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength of those I yearn to be. Cheers and tribute greet the saviours. Reckless thoughts survive. Anachronistic and impulsive. And what will happen? Will I dream? I am too scared to close my eyes. For a second please hold me. None can change in me these things that I believe. But I don't know what happens now. I am too scared to close my eyes.
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Pretty bird, pretty bird There's a window on earth
Pretty bird
Some pity me, yeah Oh, pity me, yeah Stars pity me For the blood of the pretty
The blood of the pretty
The blood of the pretty bird
Pretty bird, pretty bird
Who's starving you still?
Pretty bird
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Little bit tired, little bit worn through the years You sound nervous, you seem lonely
I hardly recognize your voice on the telephone
In between I remember Just before we wound up broken down
Drive out to the edge of the highway Follow that lonesome dead-end roadside sound
We’re all in this thing together Walkin’ the line between faith and fear
This life don’t last forever When you cry I taste the salt in your tears
Well my friend, let’s put this thing together And walk the path that worn out feet have trod
If you wanted we can go home forever Give up your jaded ways, spell your name to God
We’re all in this thing together Walkin’ the line between faith and fear
This life don’t last forever When you cry I taste the salt in your tears
All we are is a picture in a mirror Fancy shoes to grace our feet
All that there is is a slow road to freedom Heaven above and the devil beneath
We’re all in this thing together Walkin’ the line between faith and fear
This life don’t last forever When you cry I taste the salt in your tears
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
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Souvenirs
Memories they can't be boughten, They can't be won at carnivals for free. Well it took me years to get those souvenirs And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.