Mama I'm so afraid
And the worlds in so much pain
From the mistakes that we made
History is quite the trade
People point their fingers
The smell of death still lingers
The needle of war into our veins
This world is doomed and we're to blame
These times we live are strange
Our last chance to make a change
And give your love oh give it all
Or maybe we'll be erased
Mama I'm so afraid (I'm so afraid)
And the worlds in so much pain (in so much pain)
From the mistakes that we made
History is quite the trade
Where did we go wrong
Who will sing all the songs
Of days long forgotten
A wasteland of hate
Fueled by fire and drowned by fate
Our brains are rotten
Instruments of war
Instruments of war
James Lane - Instruments of War Lyrics
James Lane - Instruments of War Lyrics
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Mama I'm so afraid
And the worlds in so much pain
From the mistakes that we made
History is quite the trade
People point their fingers
The smell of death still lingers
The needle of war into our veins
This world is doomed and we're to blame
These times we live are strange
Our last chance to make a change
And give your love oh give it all
Or maybe we'll be erased
Mama I'm so afraid (I'm so afraid)
And the worlds in so much pain (in so much pain)
From the mistakes that we made
History is quite the trade
Where did we go wrong
Who will sing all the songs
Of days long forgotten
A wasteland of hate
Fueled by fire and drowned by fate
Our brains are rotten
Instruments of war
Instruments of war
And the worlds in so much pain
From the mistakes that we made
History is quite the trade
People point their fingers
The smell of death still lingers
The needle of war into our veins
This world is doomed and we're to blame
These times we live are strange
Our last chance to make a change
And give your love oh give it all
Or maybe we'll be erased
Mama I'm so afraid (I'm so afraid)
And the worlds in so much pain (in so much pain)
From the mistakes that we made
History is quite the trade
Where did we go wrong
Who will sing all the songs
Of days long forgotten
A wasteland of hate
Fueled by fire and drowned by fate
Our brains are rotten
Instruments of war
Instruments of war
Writer: James Lane
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