Red City Radio No One Believes In Moons & Goochers
I don't want my children to inherit a war that I don't even believe in
But when I hear the sound of the bombs on the ground
I feel a little bit discouraged in a world full of hate
If this is the last song I ever recorded
If these are the last words I ever spoke
Let it be known my intention was to bring you home
Hope for a better tomorrow
Cease-fire when bullets aren't silent a peaceful progression denied
I don't think they can see there's a better way
There's a better way to survive
It goes in one ear and out the other ear
You don't know what I know
It goes in one ear and out the other ear
You don't know what I know
We stand here
You never listen
If this is the last song I ever recorded
If these are the last words I ever spoke
Let it be known my intention was to bring you home
All I want to do is bring you home
It's the irony of being an American
Support your troops so we can piss on a veteran
Repeats itself the history
There's a beauty in irony
Shots ring out in a heated crowd
Brothers and sisters are crying aloud
Because their mothers and their fathers are nowhere to be found
In the chaos that is this world
It goes in one ear and out the other ear
You don't know what I know
It goes in one ear and out the other ear
You don't know what I know
We stand here
You never listen
Holding on they set you up on and on and on
Holding on they set you up on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Set sail for the new horizon
By dawn we will be in a new world
Set sail for the new horizon
By dawn
Set sail for the new horizon
By dawn we will be in a new world
Set sail for the new horizon
By dawn we will be in a new world
We will be in a new world
