Fighting Jacks – Year of the Dead
Dawn my skin
Thinking of memories
In my yesterdays dream
And the truth was in
Watching as children pass
Over birds of the sin
And the Son will rise
Like a morning star overhead
Bring on the days
In the year of the Dead
Judge me true
Thinking of all these white
And the kings of youth
With their nights so bright
Cutting through darkest of hour
And the main glass filled
And the Son will rise
Like a morning star overhead
Bring on the days
In the year of the dead
And the Son will rise
Shining just and still overhead
Washing away
In the year of the dead
Open and remember me
You want to open to be free
You want to open remember
You want to open to be free
You’ve got to get up, get up, go remember me
You’ve got to get up, get up, go to be free
You’ve got to get up, get up, go remember me
You’ve got to get up, get up, go to be free
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