Lyrics:
they're forgotten men remembered by so few.
But the war is over and the fighting ended many years ago.
The war is over. The battle's won but what is
I'm stainless
Tempered by earth and flame
Mixed with time and pain
Ingrained with higher purpose know the worth of my name
Any product I done came
The thin line between entertainment and war
They fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola is back in the veins
London is drowning
I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (hey!)
bloods a flood
Without credit
Black and close to the edit
I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it
War at 33 1/3 not really live
I rather do
of dope
I am the son of a bitch and Edgar Allan Poe
Raised in the city under a halo of lights
The product of war and fear that we've been victimized
the product
Just a total waste
I'm here with my cup
Afraid to look up
This is how I spend my time
Lazying around, head hanging down
Stuck inside my
gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you)
Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey
Just in case my faith go
I live by my own law
I live by my own
to the circuit
You've seen the bomb
Vietnam
LSD
You've seen the
You've seen DNA
Watch them go to the moon
Live on TV
Electric spanking of war babies
have come to dedicate a
Portion of that field
As the final resting place for those
Who here gave their lives
That that nation might live
It is altogether
London is drowning
I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
to the circuit
You've seen the bomb
Vietnam
LSD
You've seen the
You've seen DNA
Watch them go to the moon
Live on TV
Electric spanking of war babies
in America
In the morning
She is waiting
Waiting for the ship to sail
Sail away
Woah, woah
Her papa go to war
He gonna fight
But he don't
and war
By the zillionth time I waste my life
Petty moments past gone by
As months and years and crucial crimes
And many many many many days I've cried
Packing my bags, going away
To a place where the air is clean
On Saturn
There's no sense to sit and watch people die
We don't fight our wars
ask why, what am here fo' I gotta figure out
Waste my life no I gotta make it count
If Christ is real then what am I gonna do about
Everything in Luke
to waste, embraced
By the loss of one he could not replace
And there's no reason that she'd pass
And there is no god with the plan, it's sad
And his
anymore
And I need to confess
If I don't say, "I love you"
Everything else is a waste of my breathe
Every beat of my heart I would give
Every beat
changed my mind
But still, the wars go on, as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
And all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws
your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
Discuss these live is war by product of waste Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In