• A Tear For The Ghetto
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    • The Legacy
  • A Tear For The Ghetto

    The Legacy

    Tell you a thing
    That you ought to know
    Two minutes of your time
    Then on you go

    Tell tala of the men
    All dressed in black
    That most of them
    Not coming back

    Sent off to war
    To play little games
    And on their return
    Can't name no names

    Some strange yellow gas
    Has played with their minds
    Has reddened their eyes
    Removed all the lies

    And strange as ut sounds
    Death knows no bounds
    How many get well
    Only time will tell
    Only time will tell

    You lie in your death bed now
    But what did you bring to the table
    Brought us only holy sin
    Utter trust is a deadly thing

    To the prayer of hole peace
    We didn't know what was lying underneath
    So how could we be such fools
    And to thing that we thought you the answer

    I can't begin to understand in all the lies
    But on your death bed i can see it in you eyes
    Just as clear as all the sewat upon your brow
    It really makes sense i can see it clearly now

    Tangled up in a web of lies
    Could have been a way to prophesise
    Unaware of the consequence
    Not aware of the secrets that you kept

    Nothing that we could believe
    To reveal the facade of faceless men
    Not a thing that we could foresee
    Now a sign that whould tell us the outcome

    You had us all strung out with
    promises of peace
    But all along you cover plan was to deceive
    Can it put to rights now only time will tell
    Your prophecies will send us all to hell as well

    Left to all our golden sons
    All to pick up on the peace
    You could have given all of them
    A little chance ... at least

    Take the world to a better place
    Given them all just a little hope
    Just think what a legacy
    You know ...will leave

    We seem destinated to live in fear
    And some that would say Armageddon is near
    But where there's a life while there's hope
    That man won't self destruct

    Why can't we treat our fellow men
    With more respect and a shake of their hands
    But anger and loathing is rife
    The death on all sides is
    becoming a way of life

    We live in an uncertain world
    Fear understanding and ignorance
    is leading to death
    Only the corpses are left
    For vultures that prey on their bones

    But some are just not wanting peace
    Their whole life is death and misery
    The only thing that they know
    Fight fire with fire life is cheap

    But if they do stop to think
    That man is teetering right on the brink
    But do you think that they care
    They benefit from death and pain and despair

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