S.T.S. (Save Their Souls)

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This is a song I wrote a few months ago, I sing it in a Cranberries style and I really have the voice for it, the content being similar too, it's one of my faves but I'd really like some feedback for this - good and bad.

Submitted: April 20, 2007

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On and on

The sirens sound

Aid parachutes

To a red ruined land.

And babies are broken

By technologies time

And the ridiculous riots

Over a borderline.

 

Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah.  Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah.

 

And I wish we could find a way

To save their souls from the war today.

And I wish Lords could find a way

To say the things they never say.

And I wish that the pompous guys

Would open up their very eyes

Yeah and I wish that they'd realize

The real reason for the suicide

 

La la la la la la la, la la la la, la la la

la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la

 

But on and on

It never ends.

A new type of war

Is a new type of trend.

And most of us live

Never to know

The death and destruction

That they may follow.

And most of us live

Never to learn

The truth's on a voyage

Never to return

 

Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah.  Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah.

 

And I wish we could find a way

To save their souls from the war today.

And I wish Lords could find a way

To say the things they never say.

And I wish that the pompous guys

Would open up their fucking eyes

Yeah and I wish that they'd realize

The real reason for the suicide

 

La la la la la la la, la la la la, la la la

la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la

 

Black smoke forever rising

Foreign folk forever dying

White folk forever lying

Young folk forever crying

 

It's not a joke, it's not a laugh

To say you're sorry is not enough

Humankind may never see

That my god is the same to me.

And one day whites might loose the fight

When world war lll is here to strike

But until then we'll think we're right

Until the GP see the light

 

Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah.  Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah.

Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah.  Nah, nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah.

 


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