Paroles: U.S. Bombs. Put Strength In The Final Blow. Walking Blind.

I can't sit here everyday melting in your sun
Decades paved in every craze
Heroes less than one
The mom cries her soldier died
they were born confused
A pawn claims he won the game
who's really the fool

A spy that lies for the other side
Trust cannot renew
And no chance, no song and dance
he can't hear the tune
A junkie hype in the city lights
The outfit is broke in two
Your pulling in the young
And skuffin out your youth

The train goes by hop another ride
Skip on the caboose
And your plans still looking back
Leaves you on the tracks

Your walking blind
We're not walking blind
They stop, then keep on walking!