Artist: The Walkmen Lyrics Song: Little House of Savages Lyrics Somebody's waiting for me at home Somebody's waiting for me at home I should've known I should've known And somebody's got a car outside somebody's got a car outside Lets take a ride Let
I've marched to wars, with a vicious rage I've counted thousands dead from righteous plague I am history, from all you know I am the future, that you will sow I've been to hell, I've touched the sun I've seen heavens fall, I am the one I am the power
Savages What can you expect from filthy little heathens? Here's what you get when races are diverse Their skins are hellish red They're only good when dead They're vermin as I said and worse-they're Savages savages Barely even human Savages savages D
Savages This will be the day Let's go men This will be the morning Bring out the prisoner We will see them dying in the dust I don't know what I can do Still I know I got to try Now we make them pay Eagle help my feet to fly Now without a warning Mou
Mama take a look at your boy Face a man without a soul He is standing in the doorway I'll be gone, before the night is over I have to go, I have to run to the border Lost my way I run in desperation Lost the words I lost communication All I see is de
Artist: Doors Album: An American Prayer Title: A Feast Of Friends Wow, I'm sick of doubt. Live in the light of certain. South. Cruel bindings. The servants have the power. Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors. I'm sick
TOO MANY TO CONVINCE TOO MANY TO HIRE AND NOTHING YOU EVER OWN THE WORLD'S A DEAD SORRY HOLE AND I'M COLD, AND I'M COLD AND IM COLD, AND I'M STUBBORN I'M SICK TO KEEP IT OPEN WIDE AND SPEAKING WORDS TO THE BLIND SPEAKING WORDS, TO THE BLIND SPEAKING