want more I'll keep trying till I know what these dreams are for The nights I sleep held deep within your warm embrace We're ten feet down and making sounds still
For in these trying times The flags of war waved high On and on and on Gone and gone and gone As the fields of fire burned No one seemed concerned The
them The worker is the key Shut outside, with no defense (From factory to burning fields) Sweat and blood for days and years Hours wasted, still more to life than wealth
them the worker is the key. shut outside, with no defense (from factory to burning fields). Sweat and blood, for days and years hours wasted still, more to life than wealth