Piles of Silver
White horses on a range of blue
the sky is grey and I'm telling you
stones in the yard will bare the names
piles of silver hide the blames
when names are numbers in a row
waves are high and the winds will blow
as fast as they can out of breath
some go headlong onto death
while more numbers will mount the steeds
to ride the range of dangerous deeds
stones in the yards will bare more names
piles of silver hide more blames
Did you ever wonder why?
Will we ever understand?
Can a man judge a man,
who sends another man to die?
not for country
not for love
but for money
just for money
It is not a good time in the bay
when common sense has gone away
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