The beat of war reigns on Can you hear the sound of marching drums? And bullets fill the sky Men kill to show their nation's pride The smell of death
that ol' violin While I've been waiting for you To pull me through? Oh, God Oh, God Oh, God, why you been Hanging out in that ol' violin While I've
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may as well be butchered Between the small timing hustlers who all, seem to feed upon each other [Chorus] Oh God where have you been Hanging out a little violin
walked in with nothing 'cos spending time & money doesn't mean a thing when the moon comes smiling through the trees when the night has come like music to surround you but you're missing
's at stake? He takes it for granted His time's gonna come He's missing [x3] they took him away watch yourself the missing he's missing [x3] they