Anti Flag - The Ghosts of Alexandria
| Előadó: | Anti Flag |
|---|---|
| Album: | The General Strike |
| Megjelenés: | 2012 |
| Hossz: | Keressük! |
| Szövegírók: |
Justin Sane Chris #2 Chris Head Pat Thetic |
|---|---|
| Zeneszerzők: |
Justin Sane Chris #2 Chris Head Pat Thetic |
| Kiadó: | SideOneDummy Records |
| Stílus: | Punk Rock |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
Megtekintve: Ma 1, összesen 683 alkalommal
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He was the poster child of miserable.
He was in love with colored boy.
No chance for hope in a land of servitude.
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak,
To remind us that we're only 13 knots away
From repeating our mistakes.
No one can see on the inside,
No one can hear on the outside,
No one will speak the name to blame.
The dead sing: "It's not over."
She was the poster child of ritual.
She was in love with the U.S.A.
She was from some place but she could not tell us where.
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Labor the field like amber waves of grain,
To remind us that we are only a minimum wage away
A bowl of rice a day
From repeating our mistakes.
It's not over.
No one can see on the inside.
No one can hear on the outside.
No one will speak the name to blame.
The dead sing.
And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory.
He was in love with colored boy.
No chance for hope in a land of servitude.
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak,
To remind us that we're only 13 knots away
From repeating our mistakes.
No one can see on the inside,
No one can hear on the outside,
No one will speak the name to blame.
The dead sing: "It's not over."
She was the poster child of ritual.
She was in love with the U.S.A.
She was from some place but she could not tell us where.
And now the ghosts of Alexandria
Labor the field like amber waves of grain,
To remind us that we are only a minimum wage away
A bowl of rice a day
From repeating our mistakes.
It's not over.
No one can see on the inside.
No one can hear on the outside.
No one will speak the name to blame.
The dead sing.
And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory.
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