Strings Lyrics

	An eye for an eye
	Soon everybody’s blind
	I’m quaking from the demons I’m gonna find
	My back is breaking
	From the things left behind
	Oh say can you see that we’re being robbed blind
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Humming in our heads
	As peter pays paul
	It's a rich man’s war
	But a poor man’s blood
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Its a rich man’s war
	But a poor man’s blood
	You start to see the strings
	Of the greatest show on earth
	Is this all we are?
	Does it all come down
	To just wanting to be more?
	Come shine on my grave
	Wash the dust from bone
	And the mourning of this sorry slave
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Humming in our heads
	as peter pays paul
	it’s a rich man’s war
	but a poor man’s blood
	and the dead shall walk
	and the truthsayers talk
	it’s a rich man’s war
	but a poor man’s blood
	and you start to see the strings
	of the greatest show on earth

	An eye for an eye
	Soon everybody' s blind
	I' m quaking from the demons I' m gonna find
	My back is breaking
	From the things left behind
	Oh say can you see that we' re being robbed blind
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Humming in our heads
	As peter pays paul
	It' s a rich man' s war
	But a poor man' s blood
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Its a rich man' s war
	But a poor man' s blood
	You start to see the strings
	Of the greatest show on earth
	Is this all we are?
	Does it all come down
	To just wanting to be more?
	Come shine on my grave
	Wash the dust from bone
	And the mourning of this sorry slave
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Humming in our heads
	as peter pays paul
	it' s a rich man' s war
	but a poor man' s blood
	and the dead shall walk
	and the truthsayers talk
	it' s a rich man' s war
	but a poor man' s blood
	and you start to see the strings
	of the greatest show on earth

	An eye for an eye
	Soon everybody' s blind
	I' m quaking from the demons I' m gonna find
	My back is breaking
	From the things left behind
	Oh say can you see that we' re being robbed blind
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Humming in our heads
	As peter pays paul
	It' s a rich man' s war
	But a poor man' s blood
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Its a rich man' s war
	But a poor man' s blood
	You start to see the strings
	Of the greatest show on earth
	Is this all we are?
	Does it all come down
	To just wanting to be more?
	Come shine on my grave
	Wash the dust from bone
	And the mourning of this sorry slave
	And the dead shall walk
	And the truthsayers talk
	Humming in our heads
	as peter pays paul
	it' s a rich man' s war
	but a poor man' s blood
	and the dead shall walk
	and the truthsayers talk
	it' s a rich man' s war
	but a poor man' s blood
	and you start to see the strings
	of the greatest show on earth

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