Letra de All Fly Away

Your golden bombs go off
Your military struts it's stuff
You buy and sell and waiting for the big one

Tales that the money's gone
Keep 'em ignorant and stripped of song
Feed the fire, Peace remains the thin one

Oh no, you'll see they'll be crying in your streets
When the Dancer, the Teacher, the Writer ... all fly away
The Players, the Painters

I see you black and white
Computerized and very right
Guns on every door and every window