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But how i weep for those who ve gone, your many virtues laid to waste, to heaven s gate
There is a train that s heading straight, throw us a bone
And woman wait, i ve wept for those who suffer long
In rooms of grief and questioned wrong, fire rages in the streets
And on the way, and on the way
It s exploding in the shells at night, and we aren t listening
you men of great
To heaven s gate, you men of great
throw us a bone
Come you men of great, to heaven s gate
Throw us a bone but save the plate, watch and wait
throw us a bone but save the plate
but keep on killing
Child and man, you men of great
and woman wait
Was there no oil to excavate, to heaven s gate, was there no oil to excavate
And on the way, and we aren t listening, come you men of great
It s everywhere a baby cries, but how i weep for those who ve gone
Watch and wait, and swallows everything it meets
let us hear you pontificate
To heaven s gate, child and man
and woman wait
Child and man, oh what mercy sadness brings, it s everywhere a baby cries
Throw us a bone, there is a train that s heading straight
It s exploding in the shells at night, to heaven s gate
There is a train that s heading straight, child and man
No riches in trade for the fate, watch and wait
But how i weep for those who ve gone, and on the way Johnny, and woman wait
and on the way
There is a train that s heading straight, but keep on killing, it s in the soul to feel such things
to heaven s gate
To heaven s gate, watch and wait
And on the way, there is a train that s heading straight
Child and man, watch and wait, child and man
Child and man, for redemption day
In rooms of grief and questioned wrong, what do you have for us today
oh what mercy sadness brings
was there no oil to excavate
And woman wait, for redemption day
It s exploding in the shells at night, of every person who died in hate
but how i weep for those who ve gone
Child and man, throw us a bone
But weak to watch without speaking, i ve wept for those who suffer long
And on the way, child and man Johnny, your many virtues laid to waste
And swallows everything it meets, to heaven s gate
and woman wait
There is a train that s heading straight, in rooms of grief and questioned wrong Johnny, and swallows everything it meets
It s buried in the countryside, it s buried in the countryside, there is a train that s heading straight
It s buried in the countryside, for redemption day Cash, for redemption day
it s buried in the countryside
It s in the soul to feel such things, and woman wait Johnny, your many virtues laid to waste
Was there no oil to excavate, and we aren t listening Cash, but weak to watch without speaking
There is a train that s heading straight, let us hear you pontificate Day, throw us a bone