paroles de chanson Hand of Fools - the CROSS
Streets
echo
the
last
retreat
Dust
falls
to
the
ground
A
mother
cries
help
While
walking
in
paradise
Look
around
and
you′ll
see
We're
stripping
it
bare
Soon
there′ll
be
no
place
to
turn
Who
plays
the
hand
of
fools
With
who's
God
given
right
It's
out
of
control
Don′t
it
show
While
profit
oils
the
big
machines
And
we′re
short
changed
the
facts
Where
does
it
stop
The
lifeblood
is
slipping
away
every
day
And
who
plays
the
hand
of
fools
With
who's
God
given
right
It′s
out
of
control
It's
out
of
control
And
who
plays
the
hand
of
fools
In
a
war
torn
and
savage
place
It′s
out
of
control
And
it
chills
to
the
bone
And
who
plays
the
hand
of
fools
With
who's
God
given
right
It′s
out
of
control
It's
out
of
control
And
who
plays
the
hand
of
fools
In
a
war
torn
and
savage
place
It's
out
of
control
And
it
chills
to
the
bone
And
who
plays
the
hand
of
fools
With
who′s
God
given
right
It′s
out
of
control
It's
out
of
control
Za
za
zoo
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