Matthew Sweet - Holy War Lyrics
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Holy War
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What Are The Lyrics For Holy War By Matthew Sweet?
I've spent twenty years learning to live
In a world that takes back all that it gives But I do not want a war 'Cause I'm not in for killing another man Defending my holy land As if there's a god who would understand Feeding the promised land With your blood by my own hand At Allah's own command At Allah's own command I've spent twenty years learning to live In a world that takes back all that it gives But I do not want a war I don't know what's going on In the scenes behind I worry about it some of the time And I hope there's not a war 'Cause I'm not in for killing another man Defending my holy land As if there's a god who would understand And I would walk across highways To find my fate If that might settle your crude debate But I do not want a war 'Cause I'm not in for killing another man Defending my holy land As if there's a god who would understand Feeding the promised land With your blood by my own hand At allah's own command At allah's own command I came up from the desert and here I will die Tooth for tooth and an eye for an eye Though I didn't want a war I went in for killing another man Defending my holy land As if there's a god who would understand As if there's a god who would understand I went in for killing another man Defending my holy land As if there's a god who would understand As if there's a god who would understand Oh yeah... |
Who Wrote Holy War By Matthew Sweet?
Matthew Sweet
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What's The Duration Of The Holy War By Matthew Sweet?The duration of Holy War is 3:25 minutes and seconds. |
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