Theyve Got Us On Our Heels by The Tourist Company Lyrics

All the latest papers say it's true
This could be the end of all we know
I was in the backyard when it came
Wholly not expecting to discover
Truth and freedom under fire
Under fire

How could they just turn on us this way
All their finest weapons gleaming, bright
We woke up today our future planned
Walking side by side so unaware
That they were planning our demise
Our demise

Hide me somewhere I cannot escape from
Somewhere I can find my peace
Oh sweet relief
Hide me somewhere I cannot escape from
Somewhere I can find my peace
Oh sweet relief
Hide me somewhere I cannot escape from
Somewhere I can find my peace
Oh sweet relief
Hide me somewhere I cannot escape from
Somewhere I can find my peace
Oh sweet relief
Oh sweet relief

I was never meant to fight the cold
Send my thoughts away to somewhere far
To where our children will grow old
Will grow old