Album: Burn The Boats
I took a hit to the solar plexus
It knocked the wind out of me, I thought I
Caught the plate of a silver Lexus
As it was speeding away
And I made inquiries
But it wasn't where they said it would be
So I tracked it uptown where I found it parked
At the city's last Greek cuisine, I kicked the
Door down, but before I barked
I realized it was only me
And as the floor fell and dropped me down to the basement
The voice of a morning dove delivered this statement, he said:
BURN THE BOATS, BRING YOUR COFFINS TO SHORE
THERE'S NO GOING BACK IF WE DON'T WIN THIS WAR
I found a way in the classic tactics
Along with the new recruits, and when the
Day came after years of practice
The axe hit the root
And as the horns blared and sprung us up to attention
The voice of a lion from another dimension cried:
BURN THE BOATS, BRING YOUR COFFINS TO SHORE
THERE'S NO GOING BACK IF WE DON'T WIN THIS WAR
BURN THE BOATS, BRING YOUR COFFINS TO SHORE
WE'RE NOT GOING BACK IF WE DON'T WIN THIS WAR
Through the thick and through the thin
Flying high or in deep intrigue
Marching on or bunkered in
There was advance in the fatigue
Through the fire and through the storm
In the tents or on alert
On watch in pitch black for the morn
The gains were worth the hurt
And as the clouds broke and gave new life to the fallen
The voice of a father came softly calling, he said:
WELL DONE, I WAS WITH YOU
rating 0.0 with 0 votes
0 favs