Day after day we threw our cares away Waiting for tomorrow, never living for today We lined up in the trenches, holding higher ground We looked away for
Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [2
'm not alone and I'm not afraid There's just one way to see after all After all After all After all What do you say to the dead? Is there a place where
What do you say to the dead Will you forgive me for living Can't believe the things that they said Wonderful day for a killing It's killing me What do
can put a man on the moon quite easy While people here on earth are dying of old diseases A woman goes to work every day after day She just goes to
believe we've lived so long and are still so far apart. The memory of you keeps callin' after me like a rollin' train. I can still see the day that
(feat. Emmylou Harris) If you walk away, I?ll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don?t want to risk our paths crossing some day So you
If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day So you walk that way, I'll walk
we wont be here for long. They killed MLK and named a day after him, they killed JFK and named an airport after him, some guy shot a monster called
dead bird is hung. And the curse goes on and on at sea And the curse goes on and on for them and me. "Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath
dead bird is hung. And the curse goes on and on at sea And the curse goes on and on for them and me. "Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor
not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty
after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones I passed beside the mission house Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend, Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
