Lyrics

in the time of the silence
of written words
in the time of images
where we don’t go
in the time of freedom
against all odds
i remember the young times
when we were sold
money soldiers
fighting on smoke
million dollars children
the light of god

there’s a bright on the darkness
around the clock
with a bottle of whisky
some friends who don’t
put their hands on your shoulder
as you know
and the years fly running
from now on