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White man came across the sea
Brought us pain and misery Killed our tribes killed our creed Took our game for his own need We fought him hard we fought him well Out on the plains we gave him hell But many came too much for Cree Oh will we ever be set free? Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom a stab in the back Women and children and cowards attack Run to the hills run for your lives Run to the hills run for your lives Soldier blue on the barren wastes Hunting and killing their game Raping the women and wasting the men The only good Indians are tame Selling them whisky and taking their gold Enslaving the young and destroying the old Run to the hills run for your lives (repeat to end) |
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I was born into a scene of angriness and greed, and dominance and persecution.
My mother was a queen, my dad I've never seen, I was never meant to be. And now I spend my time looking all around, For a man that's nowhere to be found. Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching, I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around. Chorus: 'Cos I'm a wrathchild, well I'm a wrathchild. Yeah I'm a wrathchild. I'm coming to get you, oooh yeah. Say it doesn't matter ain't nothin' gonna alter the course of my destination. I know I've got to find some serious piece of mind, or I know I'll go crazy. But now I spend my time looking all around, For a man thats nowhere to be found. Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching, I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around. Chorus |
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As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill, As the ground warms, to the first rays of light A birdsong shatters the still His eyes are ablaze, See the madman in his gaze. Fly, on your way, like an eagle, Fly as high as the sun, On your way, like an eagle, Fly, and touch the sun. Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears Looks the old man in the eye As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd In the name of God my father I fly. His eyes seem so glazed As he flies on the wings of a dream, Now he knows his father betrayed Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave. Fly, on your way, like an eagle, Fly as high as the sun, On your way, like an eagle, Fly as high as the sun. |
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Fear Of The Dark
Harris I am a man who walks alone And when I'm walking a dark road At night or strolling through the park When the light begins to change I sometimes feel a little strange A little anxious when it's dark. Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there Have you run your fingers down the wall And have you felt your neck skin crawl When you're searching for the light? Sometimes when you're scared to take a look At the corner of the room You've sensed that something's watching you. Have you ever been alone at night Thought you heard footsteps behind And turned around and no-one's there? And as you quicken up your pace You find it hard to look again Because you're sure there's someone there. Watching horror films the night before Debating witches and folklore The unknown troubles on your mind Maybe your mind is playing tricks You sense, and suddenly eyes fix On dancing shadows from behind. Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there. When I'm walking a dark road I am a man who walks alone .......... |
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back. The bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death. The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day. 간주 We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below. And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan |
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There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack. Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheel blocks there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Gotta get airborne before it's too late Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin round and come in behind them Move to their blindsides and firing again Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us Ten ME-109's out of the sun Ascending and turning out spitfires to face them Heading straight for them I press my guns. Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving, goin' again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high. |
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Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason The golden goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. The killers breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers. The Napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen Feast.....Yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with out babies. The killers breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you, As the Madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. The killers breed or the Demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain But don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. Midnight all night Lyrics by We are all Anonymous |
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Give me the sense to wonder
To wonder if I'm free Give me a sense of wonder To know I can be me Give me the strength to hold my head up Spit back in their face Don't need no key to unlock this door Gonna break down the walls Break out of this bad place Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see I screamed aloud to the old man I said don't lie don't say you don't know I say you'll pay for your mischief In this world or the next Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance And the hell fires raged in his eyes He said do you want to know the truth son - I'll tell you the truth Your soul's gonna burn in the lake of fire Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laughed at me Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris)
Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with The slaughter of innocence But I will pray for her I will call her name out loud I would bleed for her If only I could see her now Living on a razors edge Balancing on a ledge Living on a razors edge The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on..... Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems The seventh lamb slain, the book of life opens before me But I will pray for you And some day I may return Don't you cry for me Beyond is where I learn |
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Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you
He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do Your tongue was frozen now you've got something to say The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a new born in the light Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death Hello to eternity and live for every breath Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come The ferryman wants his money you ain't gonna give it back He can push his own boat as you set off up the track Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame You watch the world exploding every single night Dancing in the sun a new born in the light Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain The shadow of the Wicker Man is rising up again Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come Your time will come |
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