I thought it was the fourth of July
Said I thought it was the end of the world
So I lifted my drink to the sky
To bid you all a very farewell
If by chance now we somehow survive
We live to see another sunrise
I pray that God will give mercy tonight
Before we blow ourselves from out of the sky

So bow your heads in silence
Pray before the bombs
We only comb the graves
We share at all

I chose enough no compromise
And watched the world deny the only thing right
Well I know where I go when I die
Can you rescue just to see if you're right?

So bow your heads in silence
Pray before the bombs
We only comb the graves we share
So bow your heads in silence
Pray before the bombs
We only comb the graves we share

And we blow ourselves to smithereens


Lyrics submitted by Bryz

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