They Still Have Their Guns
Born and raised on the battlefield
Daily strain, always ready to leave
To go and fight, we almost realised
Spirits and love, give you strength in life
Give you strength in life
You were raised, drifting in the unknown
You're hunting down background of nonsense
Claim your rights, hopeful future for yourselves
What do you intend to do?
Your uprising is coming
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Whatever they say
I want to hear your voice now
I'm praying
I beg them to sort out this mess
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Fucked up
And we're fucked up
Fucked up
Whatever they say
Now I'm praying
Daily strain, always ready to leave
To go and fight, we almost realised
Spirits and love, give you strength in life
Give you strength in life
You were raised, drifting in the unknown
You're hunting down background of nonsense
Claim your rights, hopeful future for yourselves
What do you intend to do?
Your uprising is coming
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Whatever they say
I want to hear your voice now
I'm praying
I beg them to sort out this mess
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Now we're back home
Where we found love
They still have their guns
And we're fucked up
Fucked up
And we're fucked up
Fucked up
Whatever they say
Now I'm praying
Credits
Writer(s): Adrien Lepretre
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