Roma di Luna: Music

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The reel writes me another story
about the bullets that fly through the north country
the people cry their lullabies
of another black son dead tonight
the streets are mourning this morning
the sewers flood with poppas tears
And nobodies child is safe in this place
Where the devil kills for the chase
Bad news, I’m the bearer of bad news
Oh Lord what we can we do
Bad News, always bringing such bad news
Oh Lord what should I do
The Devil walks, the Devil is real to me
Even as I sing I can hear him gnashing his teeth
I feel your hand I see the wall
You’ve locked him away and you will not let me fall
I must admit love I am afraid
I cling to you but your far away
I’ve lost my sword, I’ve lost me shield
Dig us a well so we can be healed