Myke Jones Poet Lyric

Freddery Mercury

Sinking in the back of this town we thought we knew
The streets are lit with gunshots and sirens!
There's feelings in the air, heavy as an anvil
Tonight they'll charge the streets

So keep keep keep keep keep talking blindly
We'll make our point across the avenue
Keep keep keep keep keep talking blindly
This what we've been told, this is all we knew

Silhouettes, they battle with shadows for the center stage
But this was all for real
The dying are the fighting
And the fighting's not dying
But the bruised are lying in the gutters and fading fast

So...
BRING!
BRING!
BRING OUT THE LIONS!
BRING OUT THE LIONS!
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!
BRING!!!
BRING!!!
BRING OUT THE LIONS!!!
BRING OUT THE LIONS!!!
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(so tally up the war...the streets are still filled with our families)
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!
(tally up the score...all in favor of the reason we started)
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!
(tally up the war...tally everything as a number)
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!
(Tally up the score...because this never was a game to begin with)
BRING OUT THE BRAVE!!!!!!!!

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