Song Lyrics
The desperate and divided years, the hardest years, the blinded years
Who can remember, these should not be forgotten years Oil, we will remember
The wildest years, these should not be forgotten years
The desperate and divided years, it reeks of politics
Still it aches like tetanus, the roarin years
It reeks of politics, the hardest years
Are visited upon the son, the roarin years, old signatures stained with tears
signatures stained with tears
Old signatures stained with tears, old signatures stained with tears, the wildest years
the time and tested heartbreak years
these are the years between
These should not be forgotten years, the darkest years, the wildest years
The binded years, these should not be forgotten years
These are the years that were hard fought and won, the fallen years
the fallen years
These should not be forgotten years, these should not be forgotten years
The wildest years, these should not be forgotten years
the darkest years
The time and tested heartbreak years, few of the sins of the father
The fallen years, our sons need never be soldiers, the desperate and divided years
The hardest years, it reeks of politics Forgotten, the hardest years
The wildest years, these should not be forgotten years
hearts have been hard
the desperate and divided years
The hardest years, still it aches like tetanus Years, are visited upon the son
The roarin years, these should not be forgotten years Midnight, these should not be forgotten years
the desperate and divided years
the hardest years
we will remember
these should not be forgotten years
The hardest years, the fallen years
The fallen years, we will remember
Our hands have been clenched in a fist too long, these are the years that were hard fought and won
we will remember
Still it aches like tetanus, still it aches like tetanus Oil, our shoreline was never invaded
The fallen years, still it aches like tetanus Midnight, the wildest years
The fallen years, the desperate and divided years, the hardest years
Our sons need never be soldiers, the darkest years, how many dreams remain
our sons need never be soldiers
we will remember
Our sons need never be soldiers, signatures stained with tears Years, this is a feeling too strong to contain
This is a feeling too strong to contain, the desperate and divided years, the time and tested heartbreak years
seasons of war and peace
How many dreams remain, these should not be forgotten years Forgotten, the wildest years
These are the years between, the desperate and divided years, the hardest years
These should not be forgotten years, these should not be forgotten years, the hardest years
still it aches like tetanus
It reeks of politics, we will remember Forgotten, it reeks of politics
These should not be forgotten years, the fallen years
the hardest years
The darkest years, the hardest years Years, the desperate and divided years
the binded years
the fallen years
these should not be forgotten years
we will remember
Hearts have been hard, this is a feeling too strong to contain Oil, the hardest years
are visited upon the son
the roarin years
The wildest years, the hardest years