1. |
Empty House
03:34
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2. |
The Royal Mile
03:51
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We are
The ones with the burning light
Our people have come here to bite
We are, We are…
The sons of an ancient land
(but) for years we've lived out of sand
We are, We are
We'll march to the south
to free our grass and clouds
We'll ride down the Royal Mile
The sound of our feet
above the stone-made street
will crumble their walls to the ground
Down, down to their knees
Down with their tower and bridge
We are
the ones with the burning light
our people have come here to bite
We are, We are…
Free men in a slavery empire
They bow to the queen as we stand
We stand, We stand
We'll march to the south
to free our trees and house
We'll ride down the Royal Mile
The sound of our feet
above the stone-made street
will crumble their walls to the ground
Down, down to their knees
Down with their tower and bridge X3
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3. |
Helena Whiskey Club
03:48
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As down as all down you can think
Plus two hundred feet below there
She keeps her heart in a cage
With rum and gin and prays
And oaths and vows she said…
The bright of a fluorescent board
Beside the road to the town
Lights where no decent men go
Or so they tell their kids
The major, the judge and the priest…
When curtains are closed
And the neon lights shine
She walks through the club
And pretends she is not shy
To men who are gross
She laughs and she smiles
Feeling there is
No end for this war
And she laughs and she cries
She’s told herself lies
But no one has mercy
For the girls of the night
As dark as the black of her eyes
So dark is the hole where she falls
Rum and gin and prays
And pretend it’s all OK…
It’s time to wake up listen to me
No one has heard you and no one will hear
It’s time to wake up listen to me
No one has heard you but stand and they will
When curtains are closed
And the neon lights shine
She walks through the club
And pretends she is not shy
To men who are gross
She laughs and she smiles
Feeling there is
No end for this war
And she laughs and she cries
She’s told herself lies
But no one has mercy…
When curtains are closed
And the neon lights shine
She walks through the club
And pretends she is not shy
To men who are gross
She laughs and she smiles
Feeling there is
No end for this war
And she laughs and she cries
She’s told herself lies
But no one has mercy
For the girls of the night
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