The summer storm
brings the breaking
news from the west horizon
Their words are cold, their empty
promises won’t heal or feed us now
We’re losing hope, don’t even think
we’ll make it through this brand new year
We've got the scars, we've got
the bars erected all around us…
Cold are, the hands… of the blessed Americans!
Keep on looking, you can’t quite feel them!
This summer storm
brings the
breaking news from the west horizon
Their words are cold, their empty
promises won’t heal or feed us now
We’re losing hope, don’t even think
we’ll make it through this brand new year
We've got the scars, we've got
the bars erected all around us…
Cold are, the hands…
of the blessed Americans!
Keep on looking, you can’t quite feel them!