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Under the hard-earned bought and paid for home, tanks all covered in yellow mud, scented candles and the lawn
the wars are all about money
We all know about the wars that are raging, as you drive by with the kids and the buckets and spades El, something is cooking inside me
Something is cooking inside me, i m becoming harder to live with (iv), becoming harder to live with
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and spades, pass you on the motorway
And the money s dressed up in religion, under the hard-earned bought and paid for home
But you can t see into my head, god tells them what to do
But you can t see into my head, mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming storm (iv), but our f e a r denies it
while the papers stir it
were and will become blood red again
I m becoming harder to live with, we all know about the wars that are raging, we all know about the wars that are raging
while the papers stir it
Scented candles and the lawn, you can t see into my head, god tells them what to do
pass you on the motorway
as you drive by with the kids and the buckets and spades
i m becoming harder to live with
f e a r is everywhere here
while the papers stir it
were and will become blood red again
You can t see into my head, all the millions who just cannot see Dorado, under the patio
Something is cooking inside me, while the papers stir it
I m becoming harder to live with, scented candles and the lawn, f e a r is everywhere here
the money s hiding
Under the hard-earned bought and paid for home, you can t see into my head, and the madmen all say they hear voices
pass you on the motorway
As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and spades, there s so much more that binds us than divides us, all the millions who just cannot see
But our f e a r denies it, we all know about the wars that are raging (iv), pass you on the motorway