All around the looking glass
Dancing to a tune
Sweeping out the house with
a fine tooth comb
Which history's shown
Leads to ruin
In a word it is said that at
times we must fall
But the worst of it all was
the lies
We died for the cause just
like regular outlaws
In the dust of an old lawman's
eyes
In times best forgot there
was peace there was not
In her pains mother earth
came to bloom
Her children were born in
the eye of the storm
And there's too many clues
in this room
The power that is stored in
the no man's land of chance
Is the someone who knows what
they're doin'
The old soldiers say in they're
own crusty way
We've got too many troops
in this room
All around the looking glass
Dancing to a tune
Sweeping out the house with
a fine tooth comb
Which history's shown
Leads to ruin
The space shuttle ends where
the subway begins
Praise the lord there's a
train leavin' soon
From dusk until dawn they
have searched all day long
But there's too many clues
in this room
Marco Giunco |
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