كلمات Strings

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