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Sweet Bird Of Truth

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The The


[1986]
Album: Infected

Sweet Bird Of Truth
6 o'clock in the morning… and I'm the last person in this plane still awake
You know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores of this land
that can't forget its past.
Oh the wind that carries this plane, is the wind of change,
heaven sent and hell bent!
over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joes

ee-ay-ee-ay adios!

This is your captain calling—[with an urgent warning]
we're above the Gulf of Arabia—[our altitude is falling]
and I can't hold her up—[there's no time for thinking]
All hands on deck—[this bird is sinking]

Across the beaches and cranes… rivers and trains
all the money I've made…bodies I've mained.
Time was when I seemed to know just like any other GI Joe
Should I cry like a baby or die like a man
while all the planets like wars start joining hands,
oh what a heaven—what a hell!!
You know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world…
[…Arabia]
I don't know what's wrong or right, I'm just a regular guy, with bottled up insides,
I ain't ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ
but I'm praying that God's with you when you die!!!

This is your captain calling—[with an urgent warning]
we're above the Gulf of Arabia—[our altitude is falling]
and I can't hold her up—[there's no time for thinking]
All hands on deck—[this bird is sinking]
[Arabia… Arabia… Arabia… Arabia]

Contributed by giorgio - 2009/7/20 - 07:49




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