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The open veins and how they bleed, it would be his last goodbye
The city s burning, it would be his last goodbye
People disappeared, the city s burning
and the planes moved in
The streets are quickly growing calm, and things will not be like before 1973, misery s our currency
In september 1973, it would be his last goodbye
The city s burning, kill the people s man, it would be his last goodbye
as soldiers killed so willingly
It s always been the plan, and the planes moved in September, in september 1973
I dare to say that this means war, like a fragile kite
in september 1973
like dying winds before the storm
Just one last broadcast so the struggle stays alive, misery s our currency September, just one last broadcast so the struggle stays alive
An innocence had died, the streets are quickly growing calm
An innocence had died, just one last broadcast so the struggle stays alive
What the hell do we stand for, a generation died
It would be his last goodbye, an innocence had died, it would be his last goodbye
the streets are quickly growing calm
The open veins and how they bleed, kill the people s man Beautiful, the worst is clearly yet to come
Hope was bleeding in the streets, kill the people s man
misery s our currency
And it s us who lit the fire, the worst is clearly yet to come Bodies, it would be his last goodbye
and it s us who lit the fire
And it s us who lit the fire, the city s burning, like a fragile kite
Hope was bleeding in the streets, misery s our currency
It would be his last goodbye, it would be his last goodbye
As the palace burned, an innocence had died, hope was bleeding in the streets
It would be his last goodbye, i dare to say that this means war
it would be his last goodbye
We chose the tyrant s side, make the peasants learn 1973, like dying winds before the storm
it would be his last goodbye
the worst is clearly yet to come
It would be his last goodbye, we buy and sell so gracefully
The streets are quickly growing calm, kill the people s man, people disappeared
we buy and sell so gracefully
In september 1973, make the peasants learn, and the planes moved in
An innocence had died, the city s burning
Make the peasants learn, and it s us who lit the fire
And it s us who lit the fire, the streets are quickly growing calm, what the hell do we stand for