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Broken Ones
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shaman's Harvest
Shaman's Harvest
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shaman's Harvest
Shaman's Harvest
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Producer

Lyrics

Running like a pack of rabid dogs It don't matter where we came from Chasing ghosts until we're done Ain't no sleep till 21 guns Mommas let your broken boys roam Blood boiling within us With steel gaze and fists of stone They'll try to break us down But we've flown too high into the sun Into the rising sun We're the unwanted dregs and broken thieves Take yours, we've given up on selfish dreams We've come from homes run by bad fathers Rumor is we're some bad mothers Become numb to the pleading screams Blood boiling within us With steel gaze and fists of stone They'll try to break us down But we've flown too high into the sun Into the setting sun You! You there, the broken ones Hear me! Give us your tired, your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refused of your teeming shore Send the homeless, tempest-tost to me And we will break them on the wheel of the capitalist floor Blood boiling within us With steel gaze and fists of stone They'll try to break us down But we've flown too high into the sun Blood boiling within us With steel gaze and fists of stone They'll try to break us down But we've flown too high into the sun Into oblivion
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