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• Artiste: Trouble
• Titre: When The Sky Comes Down
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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 Never coming home A lovely day to start a war Sale of a twisted story in a sheep's disguise Tax out the rich, enslave the poor All sirens blowing as the rockets fly Into the sky When the sky comes down, run for cover to the underground When the sky comes down, run for cover, running on, and on, and on So long, it's time to say goodbye Barely a man, now locked and loaded for the kill Seats at the pub shall be denied Taken by those who criticize them still Old enough to die When the sky conies down, run for cover to the underground When the sky comes down, run for cover, running on, and on, and on So long... A lovely day to say goodbye Dog tags and body bags, the fathers fight their tears The bastards' games that we have lost funding the grief machine for coming years When the sky comes down, run for cover to the underground When the sky comes down, run for cover, running on, and on, and on So long, it's time to start a war