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lyrics

Blood rolls through the riverbeds of the lands we’ve come to claim we’re shedding all your dignity in vain
Your futile hopes to hold a flame in the face of defeat, nothing will ever be the same
We’re making room for the toys of war you’ll be happy and safe,
we’re chasing down all that’s in our way

Please, oh please let me follow the fade and float away, please, oh please I cannot take another day

To be a uniform, a number before a name, GI Joes and yo-yos playing dead boy games

One man’s hands can hold the world and still reach for your soul, cutting down all you’ve ever known
Your sticks and stones won’t break my word our swords reach far and wide, the mushroom cloud will find you where you hide

Please, oh please let my senses fall away so I can die, please, oh please I’ve lost the war inside

To be a uniform a number before a name, destroying what we cannot create to win the greatest game
To be a uniform a number before a name, I am you and you are me, we are all the same
To be a uniform a number before a name, GI Joes and yo-yos playing dead boy games

The stench of death hangs in the air you’ll be dying on your feet, the flag may fly but all will feel defeat

credits

from Fine Old World, released January 10, 2009
Eric – lead and backing vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, bass, organ, percussion / Leah Finkelstein – piano / Kyla Morse - backing vocals / Chris Chasse – trumpets / Ryan Cyr - drums solders - (see The Toys of War credits) / Billy Slifka, BiPolar Studio and Eric – mixing

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