Testi:
Tragedy Call To Arms

deafening. To see the last of the undead soldiers falling faster and faster down to their knees. Wake up, do you believe in this, honestly? This is a call to arms

As we lay wounded in growing numbers with explosive fury They fly the white flag at half mast Calling for, the laying down of arms Calling for a truce

turning back- I left my home burning in flames this morning Knowing the day after creates a new day dawning This is the season of the non-conformist The arms

to come Or that train to come roarin? ?round the bend I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose And a woman I can call my friend These are better

to come Or that train to come roarin? ?round the bend I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose And a woman I can call my friend These are better

"Little Johnny From the Hospital" smoking dust in a hovercraft rental... I think his lazy eye is still upset by that Biggie tragedy, the little guy

to see with their own eyes So I went to see it so I could explain without laying blame History's made a name of stories so I will call it as I see it

by the millions But that keeps me illin'? Plus I need a [??] to cap one off My killa raises ? before the calm--Deadly In arms! Call the Desert Storm and

my way home, stood inside the doorway Staring blind through rooms I knew were missing more than the paintings on the walls It's hard to call this home