Twelve days passed, twelve men died
When the sugar wagon rolled by
Living on and passing by the tired mothers tried
Heated high minds, spilt on the plot
The sugar wagons collide
The winners are the losers in the order of the day
What you are asks 'You are?'
In the sugar wagons path
Crush or carry signifies a graft
Auld Nick sat observing
As the sugar wagon broke it's spine
Thinking of the unity
Foot on the Door - Post Death Comfort Lyrics
Foot on the Door - Post Death Comfort Lyrics
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Twelve days passed, twelve men died
When the sugar wagon rolled by
Living on and passing by the tired mothers tried
Heated high minds, spilt on the plot
The sugar wagons collide
The winners are the losers in the order of the day
What you are asks 'You are?'
In the sugar wagons path
Crush or carry signifies a graft
Auld Nick sat observing
As the sugar wagon broke it's spine
Thinking of the unity
When the sugar wagon rolled by
Living on and passing by the tired mothers tried
Heated high minds, spilt on the plot
The sugar wagons collide
The winners are the losers in the order of the day
What you are asks 'You are?'
In the sugar wagons path
Crush or carry signifies a graft
Auld Nick sat observing
As the sugar wagon broke it's spine
Thinking of the unity
Writer: Michael Jackson
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