Red Animal War When I Get The Feelin' (back In My Hands)
if there is nothing to fear then fear itself would you
yield they were not supposed to be here i still love
laying in fields and staring up to get real it makes the
world just seem so clear and all the words that they say
don't let 'em turn you to clay yeah i know it's not fair
i'm waking up to the sound of new york coming down i
never knew we could be so scared did the timing seem like
lightning i'm afraid it did she's got new shoes he wears
an old hat what's it matter what's it matter when i get
the feelin' back in my hands i promise i'll build some
bridges across this land when i get the feelin' back in
my hands i'll pick apart these walls brick by brick stone
and sand and as night falls we will stand tall proud but
not sure why this is not a dream this is not a game i
heard someone say america the beautiful blame the
catholics blame the christians blame the muslims blame
the jews blame your mother blame your father but blame
never got anyone anywhere
