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Bring Out Your Dead - Beautiful Small Machines
Composed by：Donald J. Dilego/Bree Sharp/Colin Killalea/Riley Mcmahon/Marwan Kanafani
I hear the drums
The drums repeat
Pounding forgotten
History
Footmen of fear
Soldiers of shame
I've heard your voice
I know your name
They took them out
They laid them bare
In open water
And left them there
And from these lies
The grim receipts
Hung from the rafters
Dragged in the streets
I just wanna be myself
But they say
Hey o hey o jump in the gun
They say right left turn around shoot 'em and run
They say hey o hey o fall into line
They say right left turn around join or you die
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
They dyed their eyes
They sewed their legs
Took off their heads
Hung them on pegs
It all began
Without much fuss
Someone whispered
They're not like us
I just wanna be myself
But they say
Hey o hey o jump in the gun
They say right left turn around shoot 'em and run
They say hey o hey o fall into line
They say right left turn around join or you die
They came for them
I didn't speak
I didn't care
It wasn't me
They came for me
A soul bereft
And no one spoke
No one was left
Bring out your dead
Break up the walls
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
Bring out your dead
Break up the silence
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
Bring out your dead
Break up the walls
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
Bring out your dead
Break up the silence
Somebody's gotta pay for what they've done
