Texty

The eastern sun, it burns so bright As we look for shade from an evil light Eternity fits like a glove No call for forgiveness from up above Sifting through ashes, a funeral pyre No call to return, I'm a bird on the wire Blood on your knuckles, under your chin While praying for God, oh, Father, I have sinned The enemy strikes, the flags set alight It's all for the taking in the cover of night The big door slams, it's par for the course Taken by force Six-gun salute, oh baby, here come the reds The cat got fat, so it's off with their heads I welcome New China, the communist dream No room for the West under new regime Won't read it in the papers, there was no sign It's right there in front of you on enemy lines No need to be sad, no need to be upset At least I can afford a pack of cigarettes The enemy strikes, the flags set alight It's all for the taking in the cover of night The big door slams, it's par for the course Taken by force The eastern sun, it burns so bright As we look for shade from an evil light Eternity fits like a glove No call for forgiveness from up above Sifting through ashes, a funeral pyre No call to return, I'm a bird on the wire Blood on your knuckles, under your chin While praying for God, oh, Father, I have sinned The enemy strikes, the flags set alight It's all for the taking in the cover of night The big door slams, it's par for the course The enemy strikes, the flags set alight It's all for the taking in the cover of night The big door slams, it's par for the course Taken by force
Writer(s): James Mccullough, Matthew Blach, Lewis Francis Hodgson, Jackson Macdonald, Roland Hlavka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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