Killing Fields (Battle Of Nations Mix)
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It's 11:59 at Radio Free America
And this is Uncle Sam with music and the truth until dawn
Right now I've got a few words for some of
Our brothers and sisters in the occupied zone
The chair is against the wall, the chair is against the wall
Jon has a long mustache, Jon has a long mustache
It's 12 o'clock Americans, another day closer to victory
And for all of you out there on and behind the lines
This is your song
This war is a lie
Judge the righteous from that place on high
The blind, you never know who they blame
If their ivory towers were set to flame
And how did it seem
To watch 9/11 on a TV screen
While we lived through it
Cities burning in a fiery pit
We march across the killing fields
We send the lords with swords and shields
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices that we make
Now, a shaky hand
Brings the news from a far off land
His men, they cut him down
Spilled his blood on foreign ground
His loss should be a sign
Of valor to those left behind
The End, the land of red
I'm sorry ma'am but your son is dead
We march across the killing fields
We send the lords with swords and shields
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices we must make
We remember
Each of us gathered here today, safely sheltered
Remember the graves far away
Nurses, soldiers, children, stabbed in the back
But remembering is not enough
Hating is not enough, sacrifices
But what do they ask of us, the heroes we mourn?
What do they ask of us, our marching sons across the seas?
Stand shoulder to shoulder with them
Forging the guns of vengeance
We march across the killing fields
We send the lords with swords and shields
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifice we gladly make
We march across the killing fields
We send the lords with swords and shields
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifice we gladly make
And this is Uncle Sam with music and the truth until dawn
Right now I've got a few words for some of
Our brothers and sisters in the occupied zone
The chair is against the wall, the chair is against the wall
Jon has a long mustache, Jon has a long mustache
It's 12 o'clock Americans, another day closer to victory
And for all of you out there on and behind the lines
This is your song
This war is a lie
Judge the righteous from that place on high
The blind, you never know who they blame
If their ivory towers were set to flame
And how did it seem
To watch 9/11 on a TV screen
While we lived through it
Cities burning in a fiery pit
We march across the killing fields
We send the lords with swords and shields
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices that we make
Now, a shaky hand
Brings the news from a far off land
His men, they cut him down
Spilled his blood on foreign ground
His loss should be a sign
Of valor to those left behind
The End, the land of red
I'm sorry ma'am but your son is dead
We march across the killing fields
We send the lords with swords and shields
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices we must make
We remember
Each of us gathered here today, safely sheltered
Remember the graves far away
Nurses, soldiers, children, stabbed in the back
But remembering is not enough
Hating is not enough, sacrifices
But what do they ask of us, the heroes we mourn?
What do they ask of us, our marching sons across the seas?
Stand shoulder to shoulder with them
Forging the guns of vengeance
We march across the killing fields
We send the lords with swords and shields
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifice we gladly make
We march across the killing fields
We send the lords with swords and shields
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifice we gladly make
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.11] It's 11:59 at Radio Free America
[00:02.47] And this is Uncle Sam with music and the truth until dawn
[00:05.43] Right now I've got a few words for some of
[00:07.08] Our brothers and sisters in the occupied zone
[00:09.41] The chair is against the wall, the chair is against the wall
[00:13.74] Jon has a long mustache, Jon has a long mustache
[00:17.73] It's 12 o'clock Americans, another day closer to victory
[00:20.71] And for all of you out there on and behind the lines
[00:23.46] This is your song
[00:26.84]
[01:20.36] This war is a lie
[01:24.05] Judge the righteous from that place on high
[01:27.01] The blind, you never know who they blame
[01:30.27] If their ivory towers were set to flame
[01:34.02] And how did it seem
[01:37.39] To watch 9/11 on a TV screen
[01:40.53] While we lived through it
[01:44.22] Cities burning in a fiery pit
[01:48.17] We march across the killing fields
[01:51.59] We send the lords with swords and shields
[01:54.90] Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[01:58.31] We send our children off to die
[02:01.52] Treacherous paths we walk alone
[02:05.02] Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[02:08.40] These are the chances that we take
[02:11.79] The sacrifices that we make
[02:16.46] Now, a shaky hand
[02:19.86] Brings the news from a far off land
[02:22.74] His men, they cut him down
[02:26.42] Spilled his blood on foreign ground
[02:29.57] His loss should be a sign
[02:33.12] Of valor to those left behind
[02:36.32] The End, the land of red
[02:39.84] I'm sorry ma'am but your son is dead
[02:43.94] We march across the killing fields
[02:47.21] We send the lords with swords and shields
[02:50.75] Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[02:54.08] We send our children off to die
[02:57.33] Treacherous paths we walk alone
[03:00.86] Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[03:04.25] These are the chances that we take
[03:07.69] The sacrifices we must make
[03:13.15]
[03:26.22] We remember
[03:27.86] Each of us gathered here today, safely sheltered
[03:32.57] Remember the graves far away
[03:35.45] Nurses, soldiers, children, stabbed in the back
[03:40.86] But remembering is not enough
[03:44.40] Hating is not enough, sacrifices
[03:47.77] But what do they ask of us, the heroes we mourn?
[03:52.73] What do they ask of us, our marching sons across the seas?
[03:58.59]
[04:01.60] Stand shoulder to shoulder with them
[04:04.17] Forging the guns of vengeance
[04:10.05] We march across the killing fields
[04:13.52] We send the lords with swords and shields
[04:16.90] Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[04:20.25] We send our children off to die
[04:23.41] Treacherous paths we walk alone
[04:26.98] Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[04:30.41] These are the chances that we take
[04:33.76] The sacrifice we gladly make
[04:37.58] We march across the killing fields
[04:40.59] We send the lords with swords and shields
[04:43.97] Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[04:47.21] We send our children off to die
[04:50.63] Treacherous paths we walk alone
[04:54.11] Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[04:57.41] These are the chances that we take
[05:00.79] The sacrifice we gladly make
[05:36.19]
[00:02.47] And this is Uncle Sam with music and the truth until dawn
[00:05.43] Right now I've got a few words for some of
[00:07.08] Our brothers and sisters in the occupied zone
[00:09.41] The chair is against the wall, the chair is against the wall
[00:13.74] Jon has a long mustache, Jon has a long mustache
[00:17.73] It's 12 o'clock Americans, another day closer to victory
[00:20.71] And for all of you out there on and behind the lines
[00:23.46] This is your song
[00:26.84]
[01:20.36] This war is a lie
[01:24.05] Judge the righteous from that place on high
[01:27.01] The blind, you never know who they blame
[01:30.27] If their ivory towers were set to flame
[01:34.02] And how did it seem
[01:37.39] To watch 9/11 on a TV screen
[01:40.53] While we lived through it
[01:44.22] Cities burning in a fiery pit
[01:48.17] We march across the killing fields
[01:51.59] We send the lords with swords and shields
[01:54.90] Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[01:58.31] We send our children off to die
[02:01.52] Treacherous paths we walk alone
[02:05.02] Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[02:08.40] These are the chances that we take
[02:11.79] The sacrifices that we make
[02:16.46] Now, a shaky hand
[02:19.86] Brings the news from a far off land
[02:22.74] His men, they cut him down
[02:26.42] Spilled his blood on foreign ground
[02:29.57] His loss should be a sign
[02:33.12] Of valor to those left behind
[02:36.32] The End, the land of red
[02:39.84] I'm sorry ma'am but your son is dead
[02:43.94] We march across the killing fields
[02:47.21] We send the lords with swords and shields
[02:50.75] Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[02:54.08] We send our children off to die
[02:57.33] Treacherous paths we walk alone
[03:00.86] Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[03:04.25] These are the chances that we take
[03:07.69] The sacrifices we must make
[03:13.15]
[03:26.22] We remember
[03:27.86] Each of us gathered here today, safely sheltered
[03:32.57] Remember the graves far away
[03:35.45] Nurses, soldiers, children, stabbed in the back
[03:40.86] But remembering is not enough
[03:44.40] Hating is not enough, sacrifices
[03:47.77] But what do they ask of us, the heroes we mourn?
[03:52.73] What do they ask of us, our marching sons across the seas?
[03:58.59]
[04:01.60] Stand shoulder to shoulder with them
[04:04.17] Forging the guns of vengeance
[04:10.05] We march across the killing fields
[04:13.52] We send the lords with swords and shields
[04:16.90] Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[04:20.25] We send our children off to die
[04:23.41] Treacherous paths we walk alone
[04:26.98] Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[04:30.41] These are the chances that we take
[04:33.76] The sacrifice we gladly make
[04:37.58] We march across the killing fields
[04:40.59] We send the lords with swords and shields
[04:43.97] Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[04:47.21] We send our children off to die
[04:50.63] Treacherous paths we walk alone
[04:54.11] Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[04:57.41] These are the chances that we take
[05:00.79] The sacrifice we gladly make
[05:36.19]