Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a cowards frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.

Where are thh deaf and where are the dumb from the side of the tracks where no reason comes from and the tables never bare. The water runs and momma's always there so separates the world from the with such words and such words would cause a shot heard round the world. A justice that never hurt at all.

So down down down like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies carried out and covered up with time, carried out and turned around to shine. High on a pedestal of broken lies.

The passion speaks loud for itself falls on broken ears and off the value shelf into the dirt left to the wind. Coming up strong ready to begin to obliterate the word from the start with such ideas come and such ideas cause a spark that will set a blaze and leave the embers red until the end of days.

Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a cowards frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.



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    General CommentFirst off, thanks for putting this song on here.

    This song is mainly about the corruption all of the badness in the world. The first part is about wars in far away lands, like Iraq. The suns are blackened with smoke from wars that are declared with little reason.

    "The rotten core" is hell. Anyone involved in mindlessly following so called "good' administrations' intentions will go there.

    Passion, and love are things that are barely existant. It falls on broken ears, it's left on the value shelf. No one needs it when the administrations tell us what to think. Love is dirt left to the wind. Still, it survives in these places. Someday, it will save us again. When there will be peace.

    It's a sad yet hopeful song. About if we recognize we're all human on this world, Chuck probably wouldn't have written this song. That's just a rough translation, there are more metaphors that can be figured out using what I've said.

    Again thanks for transcribing this (all I have is a rough recording from a show).
    thephobiaon November 10, 2006   Link
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    General CommentFrom the booklet from Feast Or Famine:

    Where are the ones that carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns? From the smoke and narrow minds, the half-truth trails and the holy lies, of an empty heart, an overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a coward's frown. Repercussions come around when the named free burns to the ground somehow. Where are the deaf and where are the dumb, from the side of the tracks where no reason comes from? And the table's never bare, the water runs and mama's always there. So who separates the world from the start? Where such words would come and such thoughts would cause a shot heard round the world, or just as sad, never heard at all. So down, down, down, like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites, what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies, carried out and covered up with time. Carried out and turned around to shine, or high on a pedestal of broken lives. Compassion speaks loud for itself, falls on broken ears and off the value shelf, into the dirt left to the wind, coming up strong ready to begin. To obliterate the world from the start, where such ideas come and such ideas cause a spark that'll set a blaze, and leave the embers red until the end of days. So down, down, down, like a ball of flames, to the rotten core filling up with names of hypocrites, what a massive list, don't exclude yourself from it. Don't compromise administration lies, carried out and covered up with time. Carried out and turned around to shien, or high on a pedestal of broken lives. Where are the ones that carry their guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns? From the smoke and narrow minds, the half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and an overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a coward's frown. Repercussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.
    ghoststorieson August 17, 2007   Link
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    My OpinionHe should have included a verse about the large (and increasing) number of modern songs that are poorly written, just to include some irony in the song
    BenFoxhallon January 04, 2013   Link
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    General CommentThe lyrics in this post are inaccurate. I stopped after the fourth word in the first set, and six words, before an error in the second. I'm not a hater, I just hate bad info out there.
    I actually try to be a problem solver.
    I have the sleeve.
    I will post a pic, if someone tells me how/if i can.
    Sorry, but it's taken me forever just to type this.

    Chuck Ragan For President-
    MemphisTodd21on May 19, 2016   Link

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