paroles de chanson Down to the Frontlines - Buckman Coe

What is left with every passing generation
Wonder what'll be left to pass on when we go
So I stand for the remnants of the great woods
So I stand for the waters that flow

It's getting down to the wire
Gotta get myself down to the frontlines

You are my blood, you are my lungs, you are my senses
I was born in your garden
Can we let live so we can live from the life she gives
Lay down your axe, I beg your pardon

This is a church for all, this is a sanctuary
We've already gone too far
Won't you show mercy
Please don't you loose your hounds
Bring your injunction down
This ain't no gold-rush town
Will your children let you live this down

It's getting down to the wire
Gotta get myself down to the frontlines

When it's gone, it's gone for good
For good, forever
But not for the good of many
I don't begrudge the work
That some may need for their families
Surely there are better ways for all of us to prosper

It's getting down to the wire
Gotta get myself down to the frontlines