Daggers

Gloria Don't ask me when I'm coming home I'm working it out Where the devils of my country roam On the backs of a billion strong Disconnected by a void With a tendency to explode Cover me with my enemy no more Between the lines of desperate times Where good men try and good men fade away Gloria Don't ask me when I'm coming home Don't leave the light on Don't wait up for me here anymore It's a general strike between the left and right Between the master's hand and the appetite Between the rich and the poor that don't care no more Between you and me and our dirty war Bury me with all hell to pay no more I've suffocated on freedom And I don't need your civil war Whoa-oh-oh, like a man without a home Whoa-oh-oh, I got only land to roam My desolation for a country now My reckoning is the hell I own Whoa-oh-oh, don't wait up for me no more Whoa... Let's go! In the space of broken dreams You are the serpent, I am the fire In the mourning of my heart You devour all of me Whoa-oh-oh, like a man without a home Whoa-oh-oh, I got only land to roam My desolation for a country now My reckoning is the hell I own Whoa-oh-oh, don't wait up for me no more