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The - Sweet Bird of Truth Lyrics

  Album: Infected

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6 o'clock in the morning & I'm the last person in this plane
Still awake
Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores,
Of this land that can't forget it's 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


This is your captain calling--with an urgent warning
We're above the gulf of arabia--our altitude is falling
& 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 maimed.
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!!
Y'know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world.

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 gods with you when you die!!!

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