Текст песни Robert Plant - Bones of saints

They're loading up the ships They're loading up the planes There's madness in the sky Above the bones of saints So much so nearly broken Servants of a lie Now everything is burning There's a fire up in the sky We’re up against the fence When all the walls fall down Hear the children scream There where fear abounds To ask a leading question From where the money comes? Who buys the bullets? Who sells the guns? In the Garden of Eden As the wheels go round and round It's the song of the ages And the last fair deal's gone down...
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