Let your mammas cry when the trains roll at night
Let the wildfires fly with the soul of child
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
Let the coyotes cry, underneath heaven's eyes,
Never speak of death, cause only life can rest.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
Will you save the last dance, will you give the boy a chance,
Before you wave your flag and he dies in Iraq.
Let the wildfires fly with the soul of child
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
Let the coyotes cry, underneath heaven's eyes,
Never speak of death, cause only life can rest.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
Will you save the last dance, will you give the boy a chance,
Before you wave your flag and he dies in Iraq.
inviata da Alessandro - 10/7/2009 - 13:02
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