The Promise Land
You put your life in he hands of a dealer
You put your life in the hands of the man
You put your life in the hands of the reaper
You don't believe in the promise land the promise land
Talk is cheap but it wouldn't buy the Life you seek
Society can play with your mind sometime sometime
Leaders lead with a house down on easy street
You know it all sounds so sweet until you want to buy
Well maybe sometime
You put your life in the hands of a dealer
You put your life in the hands of the man
You put your life in the hands of the reaper
You don't believe in the promise land the promise land ...
Memories like a cold slice of history
Like a symphony playing out our lives playing out in time
Preachers preach to satisfy our own beliefs
Anyone can see it's a tumbling dice, tumbling dice
There's a hurt inside that I cannot hide no no
There's a feeling so strong you've got to play along
There's a burning desire to reach for hire
There's burning desire yea yea a sence of belong
Who said that life has lost all its meaning
Who said that life was a game of chance
Who raised the glass for the voice of reason
How can we build on these grains of sand
You put your life in the hands of a dealer
You put your life in the hands of the man
You put your life in the hands of the reaper
You don't believe in the promise land the promise land
You don't believe in the promise land
You don't believe in the promise land
You don't believe in the promise land
You don't believe in the promise land
You put your life in the hands of the man
You put your life in the hands of the reaper
You don't believe in the promise land the promise land
Talk is cheap but it wouldn't buy the Life you seek
Society can play with your mind sometime sometime
Leaders lead with a house down on easy street
You know it all sounds so sweet until you want to buy
Well maybe sometime
You put your life in the hands of a dealer
You put your life in the hands of the man
You put your life in the hands of the reaper
You don't believe in the promise land the promise land ...
Memories like a cold slice of history
Like a symphony playing out our lives playing out in time
Preachers preach to satisfy our own beliefs
Anyone can see it's a tumbling dice, tumbling dice
There's a hurt inside that I cannot hide no no
There's a feeling so strong you've got to play along
There's a burning desire to reach for hire
There's burning desire yea yea a sence of belong
Who said that life has lost all its meaning
Who said that life was a game of chance
Who raised the glass for the voice of reason
How can we build on these grains of sand
You put your life in the hands of a dealer
You put your life in the hands of the man
You put your life in the hands of the reaper
You don't believe in the promise land the promise land
You don't believe in the promise land
You don't believe in the promise land
You don't believe in the promise land
You don't believe in the promise land
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Writer(s): Paul Armour
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