Letras
Smoke keeps rising from the coal,
Feed the fire and burn it slow,
I don't need my eyes to see it's wrong,
Everything I know will soon be gone.
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh
Kill the crops and steal the stones,
To make the streets and build the homes,
Let it down and keep moving on,
Everything I know will soon be gone.
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh
There's no more water down in the well,
The dirt is dry and it's hot as hell,
The sun keeps beating and the days are long,
Everything I know will soon be gone.
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh
Oh keep the skins and leave the bones,
For warm fur coats and leather thrones,
I don't need my eyes to see it's wrong,
Everything I know will soon be gone.
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh
