All good soldiers crack like boulders The sun climbs up to a razor Violins, new boots and numbers on a chain All good soldiers All good soldiers Fall
it Well, Hanson did it to Hester And Mark David did it to John And maybe Jack did it to Marilyn But he did it to South Vietnam For beauty and glory For
Everywhere I look I see Exclusive huddled uninviting Shelter is a privilege Of the same and competent Kerosene keeps me warm I'm alone to watch it burn
Everyone is a hypocrite Look to me, I'll save your soul Now somebody out there must be readin' my mail 'Cause everybody knows Follow me when you give up Work for
I know a man who doesn't have many friends I know a place he lives where trouble never ends I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines And his
Suddenly It, it came to me A potent dosage of reality I saw myself In the broad daylight And it made me think about life I'm not the kinda guy Who nods
Come let us make bricks and burn them hard We'll build a city with a tower for the world And climb so we can reach anything we may propose Anything at
Now it's time to erase the story Of our bogus fate Our history as it's portrayed It's just a recipe for hate, a recipe for hate The spread of culture
I was born on Planet Earth The rotating ball where man comes first It's been around for a long, long time But now it's time to watch it die I saw a man
are still here today, now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate, our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate.
翻訳: 邪教. レシピに対する憎悪.
: everywhere I look I see exclusive huddled uninviting shelter is privilege, of the sane and competent, kerosene keeps me warm, I'm alone to watch it
: nothing more, nothing less, in icon on the wall decoration and duress, which many strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me, and nobody
with a mission, coming to your town today, I can damn you to fiery prodititon, cause I'm a man with a mission, follow me, when you give up, work for
all around we've got the American Jesus see him on the interstate, we've got the American Jesus he helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for
: all good soldiers crack like boulders, the sun climbs up to a razor, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain, all good soldiers all good soldiers
his last friend has died, there's an infant clinging to his overweight mother as they go to shop for cigarettes, and she spends her last dollar for a bottle of vodka for
