Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Great Divide, artist - Portion Control. Album song Purge, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 09.07.2006
Record label: Portion Control
Song language: English
The Great Divide |
| I hope you’re only joking |
| I can’t believe it’s true |
| To take away my freedom |
| I know it’s nothing new |
| It doesn’t touch your conscience |
| To jumble up my mind |
| A two-way stretch, it’s not perfect |
| No matter what you find |
| The feeling is relentless |
| There’s nothing you can prove |
| I’m meeting with the roughnecks |
| Forget about the smooth |
| When everything’s permitted |
| Authority to kill |
| A sudden way to cultivate |
| Destruction over will |
| Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor |
| Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief |
| Could’ve been a contender |
| Though the chances were slender |
| You gave me the gun |
| But my hands were tied |
| When sweet things turn sour |
| Keep the colonels in power |
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
| I’m looking for a reason |
| I’ll help you let me go |
| Don’t bite the hand that feeds them |
| If you’ve nothing more to show |
| With every step that’s taken |
| You’re nearer to the end |
| A void that’s smart and full of heart |
| A nation to defend |
| It seems to get me going |
| But maybe I’m a fool |
| I’ve hurt you without knowing |
| Stop it showing as a rule |
| Accept your points are valid |
| Right away from one to ten |
| Ignore it or try not to force |
| Step forward once again |
| Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor |
| Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief |
| Could’ve been a contender |
| Though the chances were slender |
| You gave me the gun |
| But my hands were tied |
| When sweet things turn sour |
| Keep your colonels in power |
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
| I hope you’re only joking |
| I can’t believe it’s true |
| To take away my freedom |
| I know it’s nothing new |
| It doesn’t touch your conscience |
| To jumble up my mind |
| A two-way stretch, it’s not perfect |
| No matter what you find |
| The feeling is relentless |
| There’s nothing you can prove |
| I’m meeting with the roughnecks |
| Forget about the smooth |
| When everything’s permitted |
| Authority to kill |
| A sudden way to cultivate |
| Destruction over will |
| Could’ve been a contender |
| Though the chances were slender |
| You gave me the gun |
| But my hands were tied |
| When sweet things turn sour |
| Keep the colonels in power |
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
| Could’ve been a contender |
| Though the chances were slender |
| You gave me the gun |
| But my hands were tied |
| When sweet things turn sour |
| Keep the colonels in power |
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide) |
| Could’ve been a contender |
| Though the chances were slender |
| You gave me the gun |
| But my hands were tied |
| When sweet things turn sour |
| Keep the colonels in power |
| Now that’s what I call the great divide (Great divide) |