War Cry
This is me and goodbye.
You weren't my friend.
I would rather die,
Than see them hold you up high.
For what I've done,
has killed all the fun in me.
Can't see what I used to believe.
No trust in you,
I'm sick of feeling used.
Give up, get down, give her an unjust crown.
No love, no peace, no promises to keep.
Won't you hear my war cry, tonight.
You weren't my friend.
I would rather die,
Than see them hold you up high.
For what I've done,
has killed all the fun in me.
Can't see what I used to believe.
No trust in you,
I'm sick of feeling used.
Give up, get down, give her an unjust crown.
No love, no peace, no promises to keep.
Won't you hear my war cry, tonight.
Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Taylor
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