I just figured out,. How to save the world,. With my hands,. Hold her close to your chest,. And don't say a word,. Just slow dance,. Just slow dance,.
Take the moon, the stars, the tainted memories,. It will turn away,. Photographs of riots haunt you screaming in your sleep,. It will fade away.. . Take your hands off my hands,.
[Verse 1]. . Almost as Kirk's finished making the call,. there's a very distinctive knock at our front door,. A cheer erupts around our living room,. in this little bag lyes hours of joy and doom..
Pre>. C f em. Oh you tell me that there's danger to the land you call your own. . F em am. And you watch them build the war machine right beside your home.
Over the ashes of blood marched the civilized soldiers. Over the ruins of the French fortress of a failure. Over the silent screams of the dead and the dying.
U.s. soldiers are a-dying over there, over there. As the status quo remains over there. U.s. soldiers are a-dying while their mothers sit home crying.
And the fruit boats ride on the waves,. And the crew will dream of returning. Back to the florida waters,. For the work of unloading onto the trains..
In the state of Mississippi many years ago. A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law. He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime. And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind.
Time was when a man could live alone. A man could build a home, have a family of his own. The peaceful years would flow, he could watch his children grow.
Oh, a thousand marching armies and a million marching men. Have won the wide world over and lost it back again,. But now the word has gone to ev'ry fallen land,.
You've long been on the open road,. You've been sleeping in the rain,. From dirty words and muddy cells. Your clothes are smeared and stained,. But the dirty words and muddy cells.
Show me a prison, show me a jail. Show me a prisoner, man, whose face is growin' pale. And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why. And there but for fortune, may go you or I.
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Silent soldiers on a silver screen. Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream. Unpaid actors of the mystery. The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free.
Outside the cats are scratching. Inside the doors are latching. On the room, the greedy gloom. The trial is revealed. . Police are six feet deep. With switchblades in their teeth.
In Portsmouth town. On the eastern shore. Where many a fine ship was born. . The Thresher was built. And the Thresher was launched. And the crew of the Thresher was sworn.
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Finger pick the verses, strum chorus. Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree. Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea?. I do not know much, but I know this cannot be.
And the flag draped coffins are a sailin' home. And the waves are watchin' as the engine drones. As the ship draws near, hear the bugle moan. The sad and silent song of a soldier.