Bleeding On by The Last Band (Band) Lyrics
Look what you got when you saved them, broke slitting throats in a world wide mayhem
What the hell did you think would rise, when you bombed their whole enterprise
Pat on the shoulder 'cause you killed off Saddam Hussein, and still we see it all again
A bullet is weightless in the mind but can you feel how much pain it carries
I send my love back to Paris
Look what you got with all your hate man, people in line to be the world's next Satan
Starvation and poverty, all in the name of your so called democracy
Blood is the river where you die for the wealth and fame
You either swim or don't come up again
It's easy to preach for the blind when all you do is wave
For those who didn't pay
We're bleeding on, leaving something before we're gone
I'm holding on, slowly losing where I'm from
New blood, new kings, new hate
New tears, new queens, new states
A shot fired is a dollar earned, dead leaders and the ground you burn
New flags, new soil, for the blood and oil
We're bleeding on, leaving something before we're gone
I'm holding on, slowly losing where I'm from
We're bleeding on, leaving something before we're gone
I'm holding on, slowly losing where I'm from
What the hell did you think would rise, when you bombed their whole enterprise
Pat on the shoulder 'cause you killed off Saddam Hussein, and still we see it all again
A bullet is weightless in the mind but can you feel how much pain it carries
I send my love back to Paris
Look what you got with all your hate man, people in line to be the world's next Satan
Starvation and poverty, all in the name of your so called democracy
Blood is the river where you die for the wealth and fame
You either swim or don't come up again
It's easy to preach for the blind when all you do is wave
For those who didn't pay
We're bleeding on, leaving something before we're gone
I'm holding on, slowly losing where I'm from
New blood, new kings, new hate
New tears, new queens, new states
A shot fired is a dollar earned, dead leaders and the ground you burn
New flags, new soil, for the blood and oil
We're bleeding on, leaving something before we're gone
I'm holding on, slowly losing where I'm from
We're bleeding on, leaving something before we're gone
I'm holding on, slowly losing where I'm from