Desert Sun by TRAILS

We'll turn your paradise into a wasteland

All of our dreams,
They come in threes

Lives lost and treasures gained
Liberate, free trade, enslave!

All of our dreams
We never dreamed would come to this
Now we only dream it will end in peace

Wow! Desert sun, you are burning
You set me on fire
The sky is alight

Eyes to the floor or sky
In which does freedom lie?

All of our dreams,
They come in threes

Nixon's greatest prize of all
Another endless war

All of our dreams
We never dreamed would come to this
Now we only dream it will end in peace

Wow! Desert sun, you are burning
You set me on fire
The sky is alight

Eyes to the floor or sky
In which does freedom lie?

Bodies to ashes and buildings to dust
It's not the first and it won't be the last
The masters of mirage are at work again
Painting a picture of enduring freedom
Over the lives of a nation
A million souls reduced to collateral damage
Your pinpoint accuracy comforts me
Cowboys in uniform and pirates in suits

• Rock
• alternative
• desert
• post-hardcore
• post-punk
• punk
• rock
• signs
• sun
• trails
• United Kingdom