Walter Gross / Jack Lawrence The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly Then you and I came wandering
Brooks Bowman East of the sun and west of the moon, We'll build a dream house of love Near to the sun in a day, near to the moon at night, We'll live
How gentle is the rainThat falls softly on the meadowBirds high above in the treesSerenade the flowers with their melodies oh oh ohSee there beyond the
It comes through the heavens, on a mission from hell A force of destruction, that nothing can repel A story is born that no one will live to tell The
She came to me I thought i found her the girl of all my dreams And until then I did not know what happiness could bring We laughed we cried side by side
Where can you find pleasure, search the world for treasure Learn science technology? Where can you begin to make your dreams all come true On the land
Aww man, so little time, so much to deal with It seems like everything passes me on, turns me off, messes me up, draws me in Or just plain bums me out
And I, I won't be stupid State the obvious, pleasant platitude Bad policies, mega magnitude Magnificent My Armada (Armada) Armada (Armada) And I, would
[intro: buddha monk] I want the whole entire clan I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real At ease, 10-4 There's only one that will ? to
I don't play these military drums on the head of my soul I don't pray for missionary stunts on the way to my goal. Jack is crying looking so bizarre
Tell me the story of your life, And how you thought you would never fail Tell me about the plans you had That you couldn't unveil And into these
I have died from within The beginning of an end But I still stand Seeing red The anger made me strong The vision was mine Horizon becomes vast Claim
You thought Uncle Sam wanted you But you were used, you were just abused I try to tell you time and time again The only war worth winning is the war that
Bodies piled on burning pyres -No more war, no more crime- People starved, tortured & murdered - Teenagers drafted to hang on barbed wire - Disfigured
You should have gone to Canada You could have run away But you couldn't shame your parents You say you had to stay So you get yourself drafted So you
Army- Over hill, over dale as we hit the dusty trail and the army goes rolling along in and out, hear them shout "counter march, and right about!" and
War games War games Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2 O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka Me and Premo, you know, East New York