Hills

Dark nonviable hills
Howles are crying in the twilight
There's V.C. in them hills
Victor Charlie in them hills
Farmer by the day fighter by the moon
Bags and hands a tale-tale sign of just who sides with whom

Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too

Dark windy night
Rebels round the way all riddled with revenge
Hills are black with loss sacred golden land
Sculpted men mark takings pride
Holy land carved
Holy land cries
Rebels round the way all riddled with revenge
Hills are black with loss sacred golden land

Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too

Dead men do tell tales in these foreign hills
Where there's room to roam morals will lack too

The victor writes the page of the wars that passed
Black Hills and Vietnam shed some light on the past

Meet me on shaky ground
Feed me a lot of lies
Learn it for moral's sake
Sing it for those who died
Meet me on shaky ground
Feed me a lot of lies
Learn it for moral's sake
Sing it for those who died



Credits
Writer(s): Chantelle Matthews
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