THE TRAIL
Anno: 2000
Gruppo: BOBBY PEARSE
Autori: Bobby Pearse |Menu
these days it's hard to say.
What's the plan for the day?
As the ship just sails away
with the pieces that mapped our way.
But we'll try.O we'll try.
O Lord we'll try.
The government looks on in scorn
at the way love our own.
No bribe to help a friend.
No lies to achieve our end.
And we'll hope.O we'll hope.
O Lord we'll hope
The cities alwais thrive,
on man's fantasy eye.
Hoping to drag him in,
to its endless sin.
And we'll win.O we'll win.
O Lord we'll win
When I was a child,
I talked like a little boy.
But now I am a man,
it's time to begin.
It's time.O it's time.
O Lord it's time.
To conform is to exist
as part of this abyss.
Whit no hope in sight
to break this government's might.
But we'll try.O we'll try.
O Lord we'll try.
What's the plan for the day?
As the ship just sails away
with the pieces that mapped our way.
But we'll try.O we'll try.
O Lord we'll try.
The government looks on in scorn
at the way love our own.
No bribe to help a friend.
No lies to achieve our end.
And we'll hope.O we'll hope.
O Lord we'll hope
The cities alwais thrive,
on man's fantasy eye.
Hoping to drag him in,
to its endless sin.
And we'll win.O we'll win.
O Lord we'll win
When I was a child,
I talked like a little boy.
But now I am a man,
it's time to begin.
It's time.O it's time.
O Lord it's time.
To conform is to exist
as part of this abyss.
Whit no hope in sight
to break this government's might.
But we'll try.O we'll try.
O Lord we'll try.