And I can hear the neighbors they're arguin' again And there hasn't been peace on our street since who knows when And I don't mean to listen in but the
What kind of madness rule the world today What earthly reason holding sway There is no heaven at all For some may weep And some may sleep While some
Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done Moon light, fireflies, beer on the bank by the riverside
And all the drugs in the world Can't save us from ourselves Victims with the saddest hearts Passing by the grace of God There by the grace of God With
Broken, broken in will Your past is leaving, disappearing misery saves Choking, pain is a thrill, rage is instilled Compassion's a cage Forgiving the
However one day Black shadows darkened the light Destruction of harmony The horsemen began the sentenced In the name of god A battle against godless tribe
An anthem to the human condition Lead vocal: john miles What kind of madness rule the world today What earthly reason holding sway There is no heaven
Hey girl, you'll land it You've got supplies if they demand it You've got the looks and the glamor Cut by the chisel and beat by the hammer And they'
I am more than this flesh and bone By myself I wander the streets alone But when my dream is over and morning creeps on in I pull the covers back and
Tire swings, summer dreams, honeysuckle on the breeze Whistle County creek Laying in the green grass, I was watching clouds pass Baby, you were watching
We are sitting on the throne of contamination dead, dying, diseased, hid in the shadow under the crown of silence and ruination never you mind, just find
I can hear the neighbors They're arguin' again And there hasn't been peace on our street Since who knows when I don't mean to listen in But the shoutin
God of grace and God of glory On Thy people pour Thy power Crown Thine ancient church?s story Bring her bud to glorious flower Grant us wisdom, grant
There?s a wideness in God?s mercy Like the wideness of the sea There?s a kindness in his justice Which is more than liberty But we make His love too
Written by Chris Cagle, M. Jason Greene, Brian Wayne Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done
Hey girl, you'll land it. You've got supplies if they demand it. You've got the looks, and the glamour, Cut by the chisel and beat by the hammer. They
Broken, Bones and the will Capacity to disappear in misery saves Soaking, pain as a thrill, hate to instill Compassion's a cage Forgiving the father