Lyrics The Wolf Covers Its Tracks - Billy Bragg
Oh
my
name
it
means
nothing,
And
my
age
it
means
less.
I'm
far
from
my
home,
High
above
the
mid
west.
And
as
I
look
down,
On
some
far
city
lights,
I
pray
God
to
look
over,
My
family
tonight.
I'm
weary
of
hearing
That
God's
on
the
side.
Of
mothers
and
fathers,
And
jet
planes
that
fly.
That
drop
bombs
on
civilians,
To
even
the
score.
Where's
the
God
of
the
children?
In
the
rubble
of
war.
I
believe
the
self
martyr,
At
least
out
the
truth.
And
the
vengeful
war
mongers,
Have
flow
this
for
us.
But
the
innocent
victims,
Have
no
place
to
hide.
When
death
comes
without
warning,
With
God
on
its
side.
When
they
call
on
their
guard,
To
justify
their
attacks,
Just
serves
to
remind
me,
The
wolf
covers
its
tracks.
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