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Leader Of Down - Paradise Turned into Dust Lyrics




Be good, stand up straight
Best foot forward, stay in shape
This world has turned to shit,
Seems to me it's time to quit

Politicians, Good old boys,
Sure make a lot of noise
And all the while,
Behind the smile
On your side,
Enough to make you cry
Wave the flag,
If you believe,
That's too bad
Betray your trust,
Paradise turned into Dust.

Stand up be a man
Buy a smart insurance plan
Buy two get one free
Same old shit far as I can see

Businessmen, the real thieves
There is no end to greed
Then all your time,
You'll never find a human voice,
You just get rolled up noise,
Serve the flag
Hallelujah what a drag
Chrome all turned to rust
Paradise turned into dust

You know you had it made,
Your cradle is your grave
Don't like to raise your voice
Don't really have much choice,

See the masters turned to slaves
Just like the good old days
Time don't change,
Just gets a different name,
They hold the cards,
Turn you into slaughter yards
Salute the flag
Your kids come home in a body bag

Death, disease and lust,
Paradise turned into Dust
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Be good, stand up straight
Best foot forward, stay in shape
This world has turned to shit,
Seems to me it's time to quit

Politicians, Good old boys,
Sure make a lot of noise
And all the while,
Behind the smile
On your side,
Enough to make you cry
Wave the flag,
If you believe,
That's too bad
Betray your trust,
Paradise turned into Dust.

Stand up be a man
Buy a smart insurance plan
Buy two get one free
Same old shit far as I can see

Businessmen, the real thieves
There is no end to greed
Then all your time,
You'll never find a human voice,
You just get rolled up noise,
Serve the flag
Hallelujah what a drag
Chrome all turned to rust
Paradise turned into dust

You know you had it made,
Your cradle is your grave
Don't like to raise your voice
Don't really have much choice,

See the masters turned to slaves
Just like the good old days
Time don't change,
Just gets a different name,
They hold the cards,
Turn you into slaughter yards
Salute the flag
Your kids come home in a body bag

Death, disease and lust,
Paradise turned into Dust
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Writer: IAN KILMISTER, MICHAEL BURSTON, STEVEN CLARKE, TIMOTHY MARK ATKINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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