Lyrics: Scot McCann
Music: Rod Stewart, Rob Marshall, Colin Sobey
Produced & Engineered by Scot McCann
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fiogf49gjkf0d In a foreign land somewhere, another mother’s son is dying by your hand. In a reign of bombs and fire, it’s the bottom line that makes you understand.
I heard the world was a dangerous place, and we’ve got to keep an eye on the other man. You say they don’t think the same as us, under different clothes lies a murderous plan.
When I’m alone with you I can see the colour of your lies. I don’t need to be close enough to read the white , the whites of your eyes. When I’m alone with you I can see the colour of your lies, I don’t need to be close enough to read, to read the whites of your eyes.
In a darkened prison cell a sex crazed guard plays with a handycam. And naked pyramids of men are made to wank out the fears of old Uncle Sam. What I can’t seem to see is how such savagery is allowed to pass. It’s almost like it’s meant to be, and my righteous outrage is the greatest farce.
When I’m alone with you I can see the colour of your lies. I don’t need to be close enough to read the white, the whites of your eyes. When I’m alone with you I can see the colour of your lies, I don’t need to be close enough to read, to read the whites of your eyes.
In a foreign land, in another place. A total stranger’s children are killed without a trace. In that foreign land, in that other place, yet another time, that we fall from grace...
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