I'm fighting for It takes more than words to win this war when there's no one left to hear And it takes more than words to win this war when there's
what I'm fighting for It takes more than words to win this war when there's no one left to hear And it takes more than words to win this war when there
We got to war, if we all got a burner, then flame Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots
will be Miss Saigon God, the tension is high, not to mention the smell The heat is on in Saigon Is there a war going on? Don't ask, I ain't gonna
will be rolling on We had our part to play now we are going home We will keep rolling on We will keep rolling on 'Cause for every midnight hour There
night to tell him so, Chorus: With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower, With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour
march of death) on the left on the left, left, right I read the news today oh boy a snap shot of a midnight ploy Vexed and powerless devoured my hours
seek Asylum from a world of wrong Hail the avenger, midnight defender Silent bold and strong You echo our cry, so ends war All hail the avenger, victory hour
Capricorn, man of war Honor bright, the long midnight In the hour before, you lose your head The thief will paint the sunlight red, sunlight red Deep
despond But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red Beyond eleventh hour
move a little left, just a little left, about 170) I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy vexed and powerless, devoured by hours
of the hours of the clock I'll end your days, you'll think I'm crazed When I'll give you the midnight rock End of sentence, full stop Now, what you gonna
had weathered This depression Much to her advantage She resumed her frantic pace Boundless power Midnight hour She enjoyed the race III. WAR
look me in my bloodshot eyes The clouds are all on He sits in his basement from midnight 'til four Painting pictures that nobody sees from his days in the war
sky And we dressed like kings and queens and lovers and We shouted out into the night "We're never gonna die" And I've waited here for hours Hoping that
, this is war the midnight hour near's and we prepare for attack no truce,no mercy,no surrender,no rest,no more,this is war
(Edmund H. Sears (1810-1876), 1849) It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth With news of joy foretold
to war, if we all got a burner, then flame Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers Prophecy's harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour Shots fired
