It's time to unite
It's time to be true to a cause
It's time to do what's right
And rip the power back from their claws
What happens, the weak and the weary?
Who'll stand with the marginalized?
The strong must help those in need
When the crooks just bully and lie
Hey, look on the bright side
You can't get blood from a stone
And we're on the right side
Of the ground where they bury the bones
The ground where they bury thе bones
You took us all to the cleanеrs
Gave your cronies the keys to the vault
No remorse and no regrets
Because nothing is ever your fault
You spread your hate to divide us
'Cause you want us scared and alone
But soon, you'll fall in disgrace
When you're dragged down on high from your throne
Hey, look on the bright side
You can't get blood from a stone
And we're on the right side
Of the ground where they bury the bones
The ground where they bury the bones
Resist (Resist) and never comply
Protest and organize
The people must have the power
If the world is meant to survive
And look on the bright side
They can't get blood from a stone
And we're on the right side
Of the ground where they bury the bones
Hey, look on the bright side
They can't get blood from a stone
And we're on the right side
Of the ground where they bury the bones
The ground where they bury the bones
It's time to be true to a cause
It's time to do what's right
And rip the power back from their claws
What happens, the weak and the weary?
Who'll stand with the marginalized?
The strong must help those in need
When the crooks just bully and lie
Hey, look on the bright side
You can't get blood from a stone
And we're on the right side
Of the ground where they bury the bones
The ground where they bury thе bones
You took us all to the cleanеrs
Gave your cronies the keys to the vault
No remorse and no regrets
Because nothing is ever your fault
You spread your hate to divide us
'Cause you want us scared and alone
But soon, you'll fall in disgrace
When you're dragged down on high from your throne
Hey, look on the bright side
You can't get blood from a stone
And we're on the right side
Of the ground where they bury the bones
The ground where they bury the bones
Resist (Resist) and never comply
Protest and organize
The people must have the power
If the world is meant to survive
And look on the bright side
They can't get blood from a stone
And we're on the right side
Of the ground where they bury the bones
Hey, look on the bright side
They can't get blood from a stone
And we're on the right side
Of the ground where they bury the bones
The ground where they bury the bones
Contributed by Dq82 - 2025/7/23 - 18:49
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Bury the Bones, con i Mary Wallopers, prende il folk irlandese e lo portano dritto nel pit. Mandolini e banjo non servono a far colore. Sono armi. Emblemi di appartenenza, sudore, risate condivise in mezzo alla merda. E quando parte il ritornello, lo senti: quella roba lì non è nostalgia, è sopravvivenza.