Woke him up with a barrel to his head His eyes shut tight, bracing for the blow Resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hand Twenty days in a concrete fallout What life have I to take your own Oh, my country, won't you call out Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones And from another land's war torn corners To a prison cell in my own Punish me for not taking your orders But don't lock me up for not leaving my home Your words just a bloody fallacy A house of cards you painted white You tried to recreate Normandy But you made up the reason to fight And now red oil is spilling down on the street And your eyes so big, for the belly is weak Will you not refuse this currency Or is blood money just money to you Or is blood money just money to you 'Cause twenty days in a concrete fallout What life have I to take your own Oh, my country, won't you call out Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones From another land's war torn corners To a prison cell in my own Punish me for not taking your orders But don't lock me up for not leaving my home Twenty days in a concrete fallout What life have I to take your own Oh, my country, won't you call out Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones And from another land's war torn corners To a prison cell in my own Punish me for not taking your orders But don't lock me up for not leaving my home Camilo, Camilo Leaving my home Camilo, Camilo © AIN'T NO TRIP TO CLEVELAND MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com