Lyrics Broken Ones - Shaman's Harvest

Broken Ones

Runnin' like a pack of rabid dogs
It don’t matter where we came from
Chasing ghosts until we’re done
Ain’t no sleep till 21 guns
Momma’s let your broken boys roam
Blood boiling within us
With steel gaze and fists of stone
They’ll try to break us down
But we’ve flown too high into the sun
Into the rising sun
We’re the unwanted dregs and broken thieves
Take yours, we’ve given up on selfish dreams
We come from homes run by bad fathers
Rumor is we’re some bad mothers
Become numb to the pleading screams
Blood boiling within us
With steel gaze and fists of stone
They’ll try to break us down
But we’ve flown too high into the sun
Into the rising sun
«You!
You there, the broken ones.
Hear me!
Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refused of your teeming shore
Send these the homeless tempest-tossed to me
And we will break them on the wheel of the capitalist floor.»
Blood boiling within us
With steel gaze and fists of stone
They’ll try to break us down
But we’ve flown too high into the sun
Blood boiling within us
With steel gaze and fists of stone
They’ll try to break us down
But we’ve flown too high into the sun
Into oblivion