Phil Ochs Lyrics
Phil Ochs Lyrics
"White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land Lyrics"
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So it's another way I'll take it back I always do So it's another way I'll take it back I always do I’ll be anything without you I could turn or being someone else And almost everything that needs to will
So it's another way I'll take it back I always do So it's another way I'll take it back I always do I’ll be anything without you I could turn or being someone else And almost everything that needs to will
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The pilots playing poker in the cockpit of the plane
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The casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain
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And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man
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When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
It's written in the ashes of the village towns wCorporate Preacher Lyricse burn
Your eyes are open but do you really see Unhearing ears that won't listen to thee You speak in riddles, it's a twisted truth It makes me wonder who's corrupting the youth? You read the scriptures but did you understand You c
It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned
And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
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Red blow the bugles of the dawn
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The morning has arrived you must be gone
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And the lost patrol chase their chartered(*) souls
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Like cold/old(?) whores following tired armies
TrainRain Is Falling Lyricsthem well, the men who will be fighting by your side
(Rain rain, go away, come again another day) Early in the morning The sun was up and the sky was very blue Without a warning As I looked out, my thoughts returned to you. A noise in th
And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide
For the colours of a civil war are louder than commands
When you're white boots marching in a yellow land
Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight
Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night
But when the firing squad is ready they'll be spitting where they stand
At the white boots marching in a yellow land
Red blow the bugEight Miles High Lyricses of the dawn
From the Albums: * Eight miles high * Golden Earring Live * The naked truth Eight miles high and when you touch down You’ll find that it’s stranger than known Signs in the street That say where you’re going
The morning has arrived you must be gone
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls
Like cold whores following tired armies
The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage
Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage
We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began
We're the white boots marching in a yellow land
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls
like cold whores following tired armies