recorded & produced by Kevin Billingsea & Man, The Reformer
lyrics
Im like a gun in midsummers heat, Im sweatin' bullets as far as an eye can see, The proverbial words that you're speaking just sounds like a song that keeps ringing and ringing
You sing of the end of the world
And you sing of how youve tried; well you lied
And now every word has lost its meaning
So we'll take a ride and we wont look back, we'll suffocate the children with a shopping bag; we'll drive this car straight off the road, all in the name of some god who wont show and when,
That car and the ground collide, authorities will claim it a suicide; but we'll know that our holy crusade was complete
Oh how it ends, I know, seems so surreal but we've tried, oh we've tried
and some days I still dream of when
The world is one again
"someone will protect us then"
thats what you said before you left, but now i know where you go
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