Sweethead - Turned Our Backs Lyrics

Fake up war
Fake up why
Fake up until truth becomes a lie

All bowed heads
All bowed undeads
All bowed waiting to be torn to shreds

Dust storm
Dust in the head
Dust in the blankets of the dead undead and dead

Wasted life
Wasted sacrifice
Wasted strife
And boy, we’ve paid the price

We turned our backs on a loaded gun
We turned our backs on a loaded gun

Life under the skin
Life under the whim
Life under the sin of the motherfucking kingpin

Let ‘em all go
Let ‘em all go home
Let ‘em all go and try to erase the syndrome

Oh yeah, we’ve lived too low
Oh yeah, we’ve lived too low

We turned our backs on a loaded gun
We turned our backs on a loaded gun
El presidente pointed for fun

We turned our backs
We turned our backs