Bad Bad Lambo - '68

I’ve never shaken to the beat of the celebrated pace

So lift your hands up to the front

I guess the cadence ain’t for me

With staccato in our brains, I never gave up on the grave

But, death is not alone, to the point that it cuts until it breaks

I never wanted to escape!

So have you wings or have you flight?

So near-sighted in tone

Let’s see them talk this one away

I never heard them say your name and this ain’t the only song

Retreat!

Nowhere to run.

No!

We can still hide

It’s a long shot, but a short drive

Take it

Take it

Take it

All is fair in war

Give in

Give in

Give in

All is fair in love

Fake it

Fake it

Fake it

The fairest of the land

Make it

Make it

Make it

My fair-weather friend

Teeth on sheep, so sharp

Tongues held down, leave marks

Lay your head to rest

Leave your name unchecked

Can you remember when we took tomorrow back?

And now, for my final trick…

God bless the wilderness!

It ain’t over yet

It ain’t over yet

It ain’t over yet

Into the promised land

I’ll never stop bleeding

This town

I took my anger to the east

This time

I’m here to never settle down

This time

We will sing until they hear this song!

Sing louder!

It ain’t over yet

It ain’t over yet

It ain’t over yet

Into the promised land

I’ll never stop bleeding

This town

I took my anger to the east

This time

I’m here to never settle down

This time

We will sing until they hear this song!