Brazen Abbot ©1997 Bad Religion - 11.The Empire Of The Sun | Текст песни

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• 11.The Empire Of The Sun

Nikolo Kotzev – гитары, скрипка, фортепиано, клавишные, перкуссия
Joe Lynn Turner – вокал на 1, 4, 7, 10
Thomas Vikstrom – вокал на 2, 6, 9
Goran Edman – вокал на 3, 5, 8, 11
Ian Haugland – ударные
John Leven – бас
Mic Michaeli – орган

I have come to you as a salesman in the Year of the Rat
At a clear invitation to your table
With a traitors kiss to democracy
in the interest of those I precede
So let's wipe the slate clean and put a lid on
The truth behind bars
There's a fly in the ointment we can't disregard
martyrs die in a blaze of glory

Fighting for justice can't take it no more
I have reached the border of pain
We sacrifice our sons and daughters
on the factory floor
I have no right to complain if I think it is wrong
I have no other choice our bodies still belong

To the man in the middle
the dragon is raising, hold on
the man in the middle
by the Empire of the sun
oh he's the chosen one

In the name of the revolution
by a stray bullet in confusion
Leadership is good, but of little use
when violence lends itself to abuse

The tree of knowledge has made us aware
we have an option to share
the age of enlightenment is the end
to the deep of despair
I have no right to complain if I think it is wrong
I have no other choice our bodies still belong

The "Peoples Republic" – sounds very cool
In the wrong hands it's a dangerous tool
To maintain peace and order
When you've crossed his border
There's no escape

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