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The summer elvis died And we slept outside The air raid siren blew; At twelve a.m. and noon this whidbey house upon the hill Has long since been
of concentration, God's chosen in that Nazi hell. CHORUS Allied forces go to war, bloody battles by the score, London, Paris, many more. Air raid sirens
Air raid sirens screaming loud, Bombers like the reaper's shroud, Deutschland terror marching proud. So much pain and misery, far away across
as the tanks roll in to wipe away the past six years. So sound the air raid sirens, barricade the doors. Tell me what is left when all our hope is lost.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
Seems that I had just to stay The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray The bees have ruffled by the flowers Plastic plants that never die and I
on his eyes Said if you're dumb enough to chase us man You're dumb enough to die Never see it comin' It just hits you by surprise It's that cold place in
To douse the flame, to wash away all my mistakes. Ruins stand stark against the sky and smolder. The air is heavy and it smells of sulfur. Sirens warn
kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competition's zero 'Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck
The sound of bullets flyin' through the air, is followed by a cry And they're cryin' What will we do? What will we say? When it's the end of this game
The sound of bullets flyin' through the air, is followed by a cry And they're cryin' What will we do? What will we say? When its the end of this game
But that was the end--Why? There are so many more that must die Is that not part of the plan? I must use the nukes I can't kill you all with my
(He had the highest hopes, he had the highest hopes) People yellin', screamin' at polices (Riots tonight, riots tonight) Burnin', lootin', shootin',
fear no man but God and do a lot of frontin' And I'm here to tell the world that pain is lovin' Like when I die I hope it rains 'Cause if it does,
to die, we multiply, by the hundred Fuckin' by the thousand, leave me out ? so grounded Beatin' up your soundman Playa haters and players, we give um'
The game got me by the throat I can't breath every day I'm running from the popes I'm on my last hope all I know is slang dope infiltrating on my block we
sleepin' and the moon turns his back You crawl on your belly 'long the railroad tracks And cross your heart and hope to die, and stick a needle in your eye
me, all filled with lies No hope anymore Disaster plagued upon the earth Denying all you were-your life, the past Condemned your brothers to die
kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competition's zero 'Cause I could give a f*** about you, better duck
of Abrahams kind Gasping for air In the stench and the heat Losing track of the number of days Only the cramped space Keeps people afeet While all hope
last song I ever wrote I'd tell you to grab it by the throat If this is the last song I ever write I'll tell you to stand back up and fight Live your
playin games You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name That's how we do ‘em Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit
playin' games You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name That's how we do 'em Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin
as men Either Rawkus Isle Four Shone or San Quinn Where my life end fuck doin time in the pen I'd rather die fuck time in the pen secret indictment I'm
No tomorrow here. Next breath is your last, And no time for fear. Death is in the air, And thunder in the skies. Children in despair, By his