Buried In The Sun Lyrics – Thrice
Singer: Thrice
Title: Buried In The Sun
I saw the fire on the television
The DOD or the CIA?
If we’re the cops, then the world’s our prison
Two, four, six, eight, USA, alright
The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe
The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun
She felt the thrum of the helicopter
A little taste of that shock and awe
She tried to run but the bullets caught her
Courtesy of our coup d’état, alright
The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe
The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun
The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe
The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun
Buried in the sun
Buried in the sun
I saw the fire on the television
The DOD or the CIA?
If we’re the cops, then the world’s our prison
Two, four, six, eight, USA, alright
The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe
The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun
The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe
The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun
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