Tekst:
Thursday War All The Time

Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? Hear the garbage truck back down in boulevard Setting off the car alarms as it passes by Do you

time" War all the time, war all the time All of the time War all the time, war all the time All of the time, all of the time War all of the time, war

Lights out on Division St. And all the hate that rises Through the cracks in the pavement As the temperature falls (This is where is hits the ground)

In our hearts the disease won't touch us Coming to the capitol Love, now it's too late Love to turn this off Alone is all we are Even when we we feel

your own face Becomes the black cloud of war And even in our dreams we're so afraid The weight will offset who we are All those breaths that you took

time" War all the time War all the time All of the time War all the time War all the time All of the time All of the time War all of the time War

capitol) in our hearts the disease won't touch us (coming to the capitol) (love), now its too late (love), to turn this off alone is all we are even

face becomes the black cloud of war and even in our dreams we're so afraid the way we'll offset who we are all those breaths that you took have now

down like toy soldiers. this is a war threats and picket lines (keep fighting) are forming around our beds (keep marching) and the landmines in our chests will all go off in time