Oliver Boy (All Of Our Boys)

Album: Speed Of Darkness (2011)
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  • Oh! Oliver Boy what did you do?
    But crush the hand you never shook
    Then rob the rights of people to be free
    Oh! Oliver Boy it's a terrible state
    You left behind a worse off race
    Where dignity and pride fought for their place
    Oh! Oliver Boy now you are gone
    And we're still here where we belong
    Forgiveness being our strength you'll never see

    Now the sun shines on this page I write
    Though it's raining hard in Palestine
    No lands are promised lands
    When will we see?
    So don't tell me that your God's my God
    I don't think they even care at all
    Just a pantomime behind a curtain lies deceit
    Oh listen to me bark out loud
    Without a voice and little growl
    Snapping at the heels I wait
    For something more to change
    The more they stay the same

    Oliver Boy! It's the same militia
    Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different
    Oliver Boy! It's the same old story
    Where there's blood there's death not glory

    Look into these empty eyes
    Fed upon by parasites
    As beauty's ugly head devours its plight
    While the borders of our hate create
    Nothing more than each our fate
    Trapped between our comfort and our crime
    So stand along the graveyard wall
    And watch the souls perform their song
    Sing to us the dead above
    As the mourners come to pray
    The living stay away

    Oliver Boy! It's the same militia
    Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different
    Oliver Boy! It's the same old story
    Where there's blood there's death not glory
    Oliver Boy! We're all someone's sons
    All of our Boys! Just put down their guns
    Oliver Boy! You're dead but listen
    You were wrong but we're no different

    Marching to the left, everyone in step
    Don't ask the question, why we're here with no direction
    Marching to the right, this is not our fight
    The curse of friction, born of man and contradiction

    Oliver Boy! It's the same militia
    Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different
    Oliver Boy! It's the same old story
    Where there's blood there's death not glory
    Oliver Boy! We're all someone's sons
    All of our Boys! Just put down the guns
    Oliver Boy! You're dead but listen
    You were wrong but we're no different
    All of our boys!

    Now the sun shines on this page I write
    Though it's raining hard in Palestine Writer/s: Bridget A Regan, David R King, Dennis Casey, George Edward Schwindt, Matthew A Hensley, Nathen Maxwell, Robert Anthony Schmidt
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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