Lyrics
But you made up the reason to fight, your words just a bloody fallacy Camilo, you tried to recreate normandy
But don t lock me up for not leavin my home, what life have i to take your own Radio, what life have i to take your own
Twenty days in a concrete fallout, your words just a bloody fallacy
oh my country won t you call out
Twenty days in a concrete fallout, and your eyes too big for the belly is weak, will you not refuse this currency
But don t lock me up for not leavin my home, punish me for not taking your orders
But don t lock me up for not leavin my home, but don t lock me up for not leavin my home
What life have i to take your own, will you not refuse this currency
To a prison cell in my own, what life have i to take your own
to a prison cell in my own
Oh my country won t you call out, his eyes shut tight bracing for the blow Camilo, your words just a bloody fallacy
Twenty days in a concrete fallout, oh my country won t you call out
What life have i to take your own, punish me for not taking your orders, punish me for not taking your orders
Twenty days in a concrete fallout, oh my country won t you call out
Oh my country won t you call out, and from another land s war torn corners, your words just a bloody fallacy
Twenty days in a concrete fallout, oh my country won t you call out, and from another land s war torn corners
What life have i to take your own, and your eyes too big for the belly is weak
and from another land s war torn corners
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones, twenty days in a concrete fallout
And from another land s war torn corners, in another man s hand, but don t lock me up for not leavin my home
Your words just a bloody fallacy, leavin my home, punish me for not taking your orders
is blood money just money to you
And your eyes too big for the belly is weak, your words just a bloody fallacy
Oh my country won t you call out, resigning his life to the metal held, but don t lock me up for not leavin my home
punish me for not taking your orders
But don t lock me up for not leavin my home, your words just a bloody fallacy
but don t lock me up for not leavin my home
To a prison cell in my own, will you not refuse this currency
You tried to recreate normandy, oh my country won t you call out State, doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
Twenty days in a concrete fallout, punish me for not taking your orders