| Red sails in the morning — Black smoke’s here to cloud the sun
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| On target without a warning — No shelter — nowhere to run
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| They promise a piece of heaven — We’ll «sit by the side of kings»
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| Now, looking like a crash-test dummy — Or a bird with broken wings
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| You don’t know who sent you here — You can’t see them pull the strings
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| I bet they’ve a damn good reason — I hope there is someone listening
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| I hope what they say is true — That God can see thru souls of men
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| And all the blood upon your window will be like teardrops in the rain
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| Black smoke rolling in and cloud the sky
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| Didn’t mommy tell you now that big boys never cry?
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| No one’s getting out of here alive
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| Dropped down in the frying pan — together we will fry
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| Takes a lot of strength to stay insane
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| This is just the trail of death and I’m the bird of prey
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| I won’t hold my breath for peace to come
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| This is just the devils backyard and God is on the run
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| Red rivers moving gently — Like mothers shed silent tears
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| Gods angels are swimming upstreams — Left singing to silent ears
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| They promised a place in heaven — We’d «walk by the side of Gods»
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| But we’re still here with fractured wings — So you’ll tell me what are the odds?
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| Heaven is a place where you can rest your feet
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| Heaven is a place where wealthy people meet
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| We can sell you Heaven — to the price of pain
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| Line up when you can — cause prices go insane |