Lyrics The Unquiet Zone - Procol Harum
They
seek
us
in
this
unquiet
zone
Chase
us
on
from
pole
to
pole
They
hunt
us
down
like
carrion
crows
They
search
us
out
like
frightened
moles
We
huddled
close
against
the
ground
Scared
to
make
the
slightest
sound
And
all
around
the
great
guns
boom
The
constant
march
of
pending
doom
Sure
is
a
dreadful
warㅤ
An
awful
waste
of
guts
and
gore
An
awful
waste
of
human
life
This
senseless,
bloody,
bitter
strife
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