Me and my old man Don't see eye to eye We take our walks outside Underneath the birch trees He said I think it's gonna freeze this year I said I gotta
Choosing stones... Big enough to drag me down Where I am... People's voice's make hollow sounds Just be quiet... They'll go away Open up your eyes...
Oh tell the tale of the wicked soldier Oh tell the tale of the wicked man Oh tell the tale of the wicked soldier Oh tell the tale of the wicked man They
Oh my sugar she won't bend Fly with me On your love she will depend Fly with me, my Love When you're down, feeling low Not quite paid for not quite
Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we
It's the way he looks at you That says to me This isn't over From the outside looking in You see there's nothing sacred here Nothing sacred You can bend