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The end of the rope
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Lyrics Over and out, we power down We put our bombers on the ground In silent bookends of the east In struggle for peace Over and done they close the shop Another iron -curtain drop Listening to the vipers move Red dragon to black snake So the dusty old world is bound to slide away And still I am paralysed, frightened When the changes take place Eagerly waiting to board the train Like a desert flower cries for rain, And soon the masses turn the stone Deceived to the bone Iconized fathers of the land From labour doom we take a stand With newborn right to speak our mind We leave you behind So the dusty old world is bound to slide away And still I am paralysed, frightened When the changes take place Well worn out sisters who worked the fields And brothers who turned the Union wheels With no reward on earth in sight They'd cry to the night Finally hit the end of the rope No more stars in their kaleidoscope Promised land still not in sight Black holes in their eyes So the dusty old world is bound to slide away And still I am paralysed, frightened When the changes take place Over and out Over and done This dusty old world Is bound to slide away Copyright Kaipa
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