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promise land lyrics
There was a time when people could believe in music
There were somebody who believed and were fanatics
Now there is no way to the top for those about to real rock
This is an insult to the old times and all this sad truth know
I often look around and see what I would not
Now men inspired by those of past are all blocked
There ‘s no more respect for those who really matter
Those who there are today can ‘t be defined rockers
We are like partisans fighting to regain the past
We want the old rock that, the Australians have last
There was a time when battalions contested a throne
Sergeant gave directives with the microphone
Strategists who ran those fighting with precise rhythm
Now we have just mercenaries who do not fight for freedom
Now all are reduced to play ridiculous punk
Silly weird clothes that are just fucked
But that day is almost here, the empire is coming back
We will again see the light, we ‘ll are no longer in the black
We are like partisans fighting to regain the past
We want the old rock that, the Australians have last
There was a time when battalions contested a throne
Sergeant gave directives with the microphone
Strategists who ran those fighting with precise rhythm
Now we have just mercenaries who do not fight for freedom
There was a time when battalions contested a throne
Sergeant gave directives with the microphone
Strategists who ran those fighting with precise rhythm
Now we have just mercenaries who do not fight for freedom
There were somebody who believed and were fanatics
Now there is no way to the top for those about to real rock
This is an insult to the old times and all this sad truth know
I often look around and see what I would not
Now men inspired by those of past are all blocked
There ‘s no more respect for those who really matter
Those who there are today can ‘t be defined rockers
We are like partisans fighting to regain the past
We want the old rock that, the Australians have last
There was a time when battalions contested a throne
Sergeant gave directives with the microphone
Strategists who ran those fighting with precise rhythm
Now we have just mercenaries who do not fight for freedom
Now all are reduced to play ridiculous punk
Silly weird clothes that are just fucked
But that day is almost here, the empire is coming back
We will again see the light, we ‘ll are no longer in the black
We are like partisans fighting to regain the past
We want the old rock that, the Australians have last
There was a time when battalions contested a throne
Sergeant gave directives with the microphone
Strategists who ran those fighting with precise rhythm
Now we have just mercenaries who do not fight for freedom
There was a time when battalions contested a throne
Sergeant gave directives with the microphone
Strategists who ran those fighting with precise rhythm
Now we have just mercenaries who do not fight for freedom