Guardia Bolivariano
8th October 2002, 01:54
Lying awake at night I wipe the sweat from my brow
But it’s not the fear, ‘cos I’d rather go now
Trying to visualise the horrors that will lay ahead
The desert sand mound a burial ground
When it comes to the time
Are we partners in crime?
When it comes to the time We’ll be ready to die
God let us go now and finish what’s to be done
Thy Kingdom Come
Thy shall be done.. on earth
Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go
Should we live and let live
Forget or Forgive
But how can we let them go on this way?
The reign of terror corruption must end
And we know deep down there’s no other way
No trust, no reasoning, no more to say
Afraid to shoot strangers Afraid to shoot strangers.
THIS LOOKS TO ME LIKE A SONG THAT A GUERRILLA WOULD WRITE.
But it’s not the fear, ‘cos I’d rather go now
Trying to visualise the horrors that will lay ahead
The desert sand mound a burial ground
When it comes to the time
Are we partners in crime?
When it comes to the time We’ll be ready to die
God let us go now and finish what’s to be done
Thy Kingdom Come
Thy shall be done.. on earth
Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go
Should we live and let live
Forget or Forgive
But how can we let them go on this way?
The reign of terror corruption must end
And we know deep down there’s no other way
No trust, no reasoning, no more to say
Afraid to shoot strangers Afraid to shoot strangers.
THIS LOOKS TO ME LIKE A SONG THAT A GUERRILLA WOULD WRITE.