Someone picked the pockets of my dream
Behind a smoke screen sophistication gains the upper hand
Invents cabbage-in-the-can and many more essential things for man
I'd like to turn the lights off now or end it somehow
'Cause someone stole the answer that I sought
And no replacement can be bought for love, nor money or a kindly thought
A kindly thought
I'll give it one more year of this game
Two more years and you'll feel the same
There's nothing I'll miss but the birds, the trees, the rain
They're planning peace and love again
Failure didn't stop them, they're 'round the table dishing out the dirt
So sincere it almost hurts
He's pushing eighty but he's so alert, he's so alert
Someone's getting shot for all their sins, or something they believed in
Their blood is spent like money on machines
Spills across your TV screens
So turn the volume up, you'll hear him scream, you'll hear him scream
The Good Men - One More Year Lyrics
The Good Men - One More Year Lyrics
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Someone picked the pockets of my dream
Behind a smoke screen sophistication gains the upper hand
Invents cabbage-in-the-can and many more essential things for man
I'd like to turn the lights off now or end it somehow
'Cause someone stole the answer that I sought
And no replacement can be bought for love, nor money or a kindly thought
A kindly thought
I'll give it one more year of this game
Two more years and you'll feel the same
There's nothing I'll miss but the birds, the trees, the rain
They're planning peace and love again
Failure didn't stop them, they're 'round the table dishing out the dirt
So sincere it almost hurts
He's pushing eighty but he's so alert, he's so alert
Someone's getting shot for all their sins, or something they believed in
Their blood is spent like money on machines
Spills across your TV screens
So turn the volume up, you'll hear him scream, you'll hear him scream
Behind a smoke screen sophistication gains the upper hand
Invents cabbage-in-the-can and many more essential things for man
I'd like to turn the lights off now or end it somehow
'Cause someone stole the answer that I sought
And no replacement can be bought for love, nor money or a kindly thought
A kindly thought
I'll give it one more year of this game
Two more years and you'll feel the same
There's nothing I'll miss but the birds, the trees, the rain
They're planning peace and love again
Failure didn't stop them, they're 'round the table dishing out the dirt
So sincere it almost hurts
He's pushing eighty but he's so alert, he's so alert
Someone's getting shot for all their sins, or something they believed in
Their blood is spent like money on machines
Spills across your TV screens
So turn the volume up, you'll hear him scream, you'll hear him scream
Writer: Daryl Sinclair
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid