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



Credits
Writer(s): Adrien Lepretre
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