Knives - The Seasons

Can you leave the engines on, I’d like to go and see the USA

I stole the money from Uncle Sam, I hope that he’ll forgive me someday

Don’t hide your kids, the walls won’t go

It’s not Berlin or Jericho

Don’t hide your kids, the walls won’t go

It’s not Berlin or Jericho

Hatred for fallen leaves, but I feel it’s blooming all over your breast

And babe I know you’re gonna keep it real, b-b-babe I know you’re gonna try

your best

Don’t hide your kids, the walls won’t go

It’s not Berlin or Jericho

Don’t hide your kids, the walls won’t go

It’s not Berlin or Jericho

Pretty little something crawling out of a bed it barely can climb

We could stick to something safe and low but no, the thing has set its mind

We’ve been waiting in our prime

So superior, do we mind?

You wear the leather in the streets

Another leather in the sheets

Don’t hide your kids, the walls won’t go

It’s not Berlin or Jericho

Don’t hide your kids, the walls won’t go

It’s not Berlin or Jericho

Baby, your shoulder’s better than knives

Your shoulder’s better than knives

Your shoulder’s better than knives

Baby your shoulder’s better than knives

Your shoulder’s better than knives…