U.S. Bombs - Cirenda

We're all still on this earth because we all still have to learn
To love and heal each other Blasphemy I'll say the words
Yesterday rotates the same old broken tape
It falsefide my pride to hate's a soul waste

It's a Shame on Season
For truth to keep the lights on
Scripts are going to change
So far I see oncoming trains

A ball of wax, a can of worms
We all point out dogs reservoir
I'm puttin' down my weapon now
I'm puttin' down the gun

History repeats itself surrender took so long
As my mind discards itself, the pieces left alone
I cannot redeem it all m its still some other day
Planet life is far to short to let you bother me

It's in the drink it's in the shame
I won't remain, I won't remain The flag is up don't bring it down
I'm gonna be I'm gonna be
I'm breakin' free I'm gonna be

Written by:
CHIP HANNA, DUANE THOMAS PETERS, KERRY MARTINEZ, WADE WALSTON

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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