When the Sky Comes Down - Trouble

The bastards meeting once again

Disputing territories, breach the lines

They’ve drawn

Deactivation of the sane

Call out the troops, the mothers kiss their sons

Never coming home

A lovely day to start a war

Sale of a twisted story in a sheep’s disguise

Tax out the rich, enslave the poor

All sirens blowing as the rockets fly

Into the sky

When the sky comes down, run for

Cover to the underground

When the sky comes down, run for cover

Running on, and on, and on

So long, it’s time to say goodbye

Barely a man, now locked and loaded for the kill

Seats at the pub shall be denied

Taken by those who criticize them still

Old enough to die

When the sky conies down, run for

Cover to the underground

When the sky comes down, run for cover

Running on, and on, and on

So long…

A lovely day to say goodbye

Dog tags and body bags, the fathers

Fight their tears

The bastards' games that we have lost funding

The grief machine for coming years

When the sky comes down, run for

Cover to the underground

When the sky comes down, run for cover

Running on, and on, and on

So long, it’s time to start a war