Wasted Songtext
von The Outfield
Wasted Songtext
It′s all gone quiet in the city tonight
(It's been a lot of trouble there)
People are walking the streets
(They′re praying for each other and)
It's not much fun now that the lights are gone
(It's another wandering)
I wonder what this all means
(We would blame it all on the government)
It′s a human breakdown
And we′ve all been hurt
Wasted like soldiers caught in the crossfire
All in the name of religion
People are watching on the TV screens
Nobody knows all the answers
Who do we trust when we're in between
The preacheers, the poet, the chancellors
It′s a human breakdown
And we've all get hurt
Wasted like soldiers caught in the crossfire
All in the name of religion
Taken like strangers helplessly sacrificed
Pray that their souls be forgiven
In a world full of prophets
It doesn′t matter who talks about it
When it comes to decisions
Is this a matter of things for money (takes us deeper)
It's a human breakdown
And we′ve all been hurt
Wasted like soldiers caught in the crossfire
All in the name of religion
Taken like strangers helplessly sacrificed
Pray that their souls will be forgiven
Wasted like soldiers caught in the crossfire
All in the name of religion
Taken like strangers helplessly sacrificed
Pray that their souls will be forgiven
(It's been a lot of trouble there)
People are walking the streets
(They′re praying for each other and)
It's not much fun now that the lights are gone
(It's another wandering)
I wonder what this all means
(We would blame it all on the government)
It′s a human breakdown
And we′ve all been hurt
Wasted like soldiers caught in the crossfire
All in the name of religion
People are watching on the TV screens
Nobody knows all the answers
Who do we trust when we're in between
The preacheers, the poet, the chancellors
It′s a human breakdown
And we've all get hurt
Wasted like soldiers caught in the crossfire
All in the name of religion
Taken like strangers helplessly sacrificed
Pray that their souls be forgiven
In a world full of prophets
It doesn′t matter who talks about it
When it comes to decisions
Is this a matter of things for money (takes us deeper)
It's a human breakdown
And we′ve all been hurt
Wasted like soldiers caught in the crossfire
All in the name of religion
Taken like strangers helplessly sacrificed
Pray that their souls will be forgiven
Wasted like soldiers caught in the crossfire
All in the name of religion
Taken like strangers helplessly sacrificed
Pray that their souls will be forgiven
Writer(s): John Spinks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com