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Political Asylum Window On The World

Over the horizon, over the hill Don?t know what it is but I know it kills Over the horizon, over the hill The missile is coming, it?s time to take your

Gently the wind blows Spreading the sand along the shore Up on the cliff Above our head Standing over me The ruined castle stares out to sea Its empty

push around and shove You can stuff your arrogance Right now, I've had enough I'm a pacifist I'm a passive fist Right You can write "Punk's Not Dead" on

It could be Germany in 1933 But you don?t wanna know They?ve got their uniforms marching up and down the streets But you shut your eyes and go back home

Just got back from across the sea Met someone there, she meant so much to me She?s gone but I?m holding on to a thousand memories Got a letter from her

The dead bodies on the battlefield Prove they would use our flesh as shield And Brixton?s riot was a result of the hate Towards the system we all help