When the Sky Comes Down Songtext
von Trouble
When the Sky Comes Down Songtext
The bastards meeting once again
Disputing territories breach the lines they′ve drawn
Deactivation of the sane
Call out the troops, the mothers kiss their sons
Oh, never coming home
A lovely day to start a war
Sail off a twisted story in a sheath's disguise
Tax out the rich, enslave the poor
All sirens blowing as the rockets fly
High into the sky
When the sky comes down
Run for cover to the underground
When the sky comes down
Run for cover on and on and on and on
So long, it′s time to say goodbye
Barely a man now locked and loaded for the kill
Seat at the club shall be denied
Taken by those who criticize then steal
Old enough to die
When the sky comes down
Run for cover to the underground
When the sky comes down
Run for cover on and on and on and on
So long
A lovely day to say goodbye
Dog tags and body bags, the farmers spike their cheers
The bastards' games that we have lost
Funding the grief machine for coming years
No, no
When the sky comes down
Run for cover to the underground
When the sky comes down
Run for cover to the underground
When the sky comes down
Run for cover on and on and on and on
So long, it's time to start a war
Disputing territories breach the lines they′ve drawn
Deactivation of the sane
Call out the troops, the mothers kiss their sons
Oh, never coming home
A lovely day to start a war
Sail off a twisted story in a sheath's disguise
Tax out the rich, enslave the poor
All sirens blowing as the rockets fly
High into the sky
When the sky comes down
Run for cover to the underground
When the sky comes down
Run for cover on and on and on and on
So long, it′s time to say goodbye
Barely a man now locked and loaded for the kill
Seat at the club shall be denied
Taken by those who criticize then steal
Old enough to die
When the sky comes down
Run for cover to the underground
When the sky comes down
Run for cover on and on and on and on
So long
A lovely day to say goodbye
Dog tags and body bags, the farmers spike their cheers
The bastards' games that we have lost
Funding the grief machine for coming years
No, no
When the sky comes down
Run for cover to the underground
When the sky comes down
Run for cover to the underground
When the sky comes down
Run for cover on and on and on and on
So long, it's time to start a war
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