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Hand Of Fools

Text písně Hand Of Fools

Streets echo the last retreat 
Dust falls to the ground 
A mother cries help 


While walking in paradise 
Look around and you'll see 
We're strippin' it bare 
Soon there'll be no place to turn 


Who plays the hand of fools 
With who's God given right 
It's out of control 
Don't it show 


While profit oils the big machine 
And we're short changed the facts 
Where does it stop 
The lifeblood is slipping away everyday 


Who plays the hand of fools 
With who's God given right 
It's out of control 
It's out of control 


Who plays the hand of fools 
In a worn torn and savage place 
It's out of control 
And it chills to the bone