Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn Your Back, artist - Billy Talent. Album song Billy Talent III, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 29.06.2009
Record label: Warner Music Canada
Song language: English
Turn Your Back |
And when the clock strikes 12, tell me where you gonna be? |
Cleaning up the mess we’ve made or watching your TV? |
And if you have to ask, then you don’t have a clue, |
There’s snow in Arizona while they’re bombing in Beirut! |
I hope some day… when i’m dead and gone, |
We learn to right… everything that’s wrong, |
With loving hands… turn sick to strong, |
Our time will tell… if life goes on, on, on, on, on When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can’t ignore, |
You run, run, away! |
but there’s no place to hide, mate! |
When the days turn into night, you don’t got no chance to fight, |
'Cause you’re too late! |
so kiss your ass goodbye, mate! |
It just don’t make no sense, there’s a million mouthes to feed, |
We got military action over monetary need |
And you can turn your back, or you can plant the seed |
You can choose compassion over universal greed |
I hope some day… when i’m dead and gone, |
We learn to right… everything that’s wrong, |
With loving hands… turn sick to strong, |
Our time will tell… if life goes on, on, on, on, on When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can’t ignore, |
You run, run, away! |
but there’s no place to hide, mate! |
When the days turn into night, you don’t got no chance to fight, |
'Cause you’re too late! |
so kiss your ass goodbye, mate! |
And you can turn your back, but it won’t go away |
And you don’t look scared, but you should be afraid |
You can shut your mouth, but you still have a say |
And you just don’t care, for tomorrow, today |
And you can turn your back, but it won’t go away |
And you don’t look scared, but you should be afraid |
You can shut your mouth, but you still have a say |
And you just don’t care, for tomorrow, today |
Well no way! |
way! |
No way, no way, no way, no way! |
When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can’t ignore, |
You run, run, away! |
but there’s no place to hide, mate! |
When the days turn into night, you don’t got no chance to fight, |
'Cause you’re too late! |
so kiss your ass goodbye, mate! |