God, this must be the time In the name together, all The purity that in ones heart And sour is the taste of blood We wake up to the sound of war
Sir, forgive me for what I did to you And what you've done to me It's nothing personal you see
Even when we know that what we do Inevitable ticking like a time bomb
We love, stories about a place Of milk and honey, sun of gold
Even when we know that what we do Inevitable ticking like a time bomb
And we're following the steps, of sages That have walked this road before Making all the wrong moves, knowing- Knowing all the roads that brought us here Doing what our fathers did Making all the same mistakes indeed The land of milk and honey on the shore All we ever had to deal with
You and I got nothing to look for, Obviously You and I got something to look for, Obviously