Blood Dance
People in buildings, they live, live short, live shortly.
But what about the war?
Show that in hard times love is what you, is what you see.
What about the war?
Why should we stand here?
And why should we, should we leave?
You couldn't even try.
Beg for an answer and all you get, you get is a nothing bunch of lies.
And we'll all pray stop, it's where the dead fail.
I guess, there has to be, out there, something special.
But what about the war?
Show that in hard times love is what you, is what you see.
What about the war?
Why should we stand here?
And why should we, should we leave?
You couldn't even try.
Beg for an answer and all you get, you get is a nothing bunch of lies.
And we'll all pray stop, it's where the dead fail.
I guess, there has to be, out there, something special.
Credits
Writer(s): Dean Pearson, Gordon Moakes, Paul Mullen, Young Legionnaire
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