[05:29.00]Man Unkind - D.R.I.
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[05:29.00]Sadder than any song I've sung
[05:29.00]Is growing old or dying young
[05:29.00]This earth is a grave, round and green
[05:29.00]A tomb of sorrow which I've seen
[05:29.00]A massive field we wander through
[05:29.00]Great sky above vast and blue
[05:29.00]Death may come in a day or two
[05:29.00]Whether or not I'm false or true
[05:29.00]Man, without an answer
[05:29.00]Like a bird with broken wing
[05:29.00]Wrapped up in his misery
[05:29.00]Forgetting how to sing [repeat]
[05:29.00]Straight from the stretched out womb of sin
[05:29.00]The horrid fire bombs will fall
[05:29.00]Here is hope for priests and preachers
[05:29.00]Here is heresy for all
[05:29.00]So, man unkind will perish
[05:29.00]In a final fiery blaze
[05:29.00]Or suffocate himself slowly
[05:29.00]In his smoggy yellow haze
[Chorus x4]
[05:29.00]The sun so sore from marching
[05:29.00]Towards that receding west
[05:29.00]Where pity no longer governs
[05:29.00]With wisdom as his guest
[05:29.00]Will rise somewhere south of east
[05:29.00]Our sun will rise in morning
[05:29.00]Wishing it could quench with tears
[05:29.00]The fields and skies all burning
[Chorus x2]