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There's a place where words mean nothing, or much less
<noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Broken Promise Land}}</noinclude>
 
There's a place<br>
Such a disgrace, we gotta get outta this mess
Where words mean nothing or much less<br>
 
Such a disgrace<br>
 
We got to get out of this mess<br>
 
<br>
Coming in under the cover of darkness
Coming in under the cover of darkness<br>
 
How high shall we build this wall?<br>
How high shall we build this wall?
I could've said more but it would've seemed heartless<br>
 
How hard did I slam that door?<br>
Could've said more but it would've seemed heartless
<br>
 
I swore I'd never walk away<br>
How hard did I slam that door?
Until I saw this day<br>
 
It didn't turn out the way we planned<br>
 
Now I'm living in<br>
 
Broken Promise Land<br>
I swore I'd never walk away
Broken Promise Land<br>
 
<br>
Until I saw this day
There's a town I know<br>
 
Has a strange resemblance to Jericho<br>
Didn't turn out the way we planned  
Even though<br>
 
Seven horns are getting ready to blow<br>
Now I'm living in broken promise land
<br>
 
Coming in under the cover of darkness<br>
Broken promise land
How high shall we build this wall?<br>
 
Could've said more but it would've seemed heartless<br>
 
How tight shall we close that door?<br>
 
<br>
There's a town I know.
They only claimed to be redeemed<br>
 
They take that name and then blaspheme<br>
There's a strange resemblance to Jericho
It didn't turn out the way we planned<br>
 
Now I'm living in<br>
But even though
Broken Promise Land<br>
 
Broken Promise Land<br>
Seven horns were getting ready to blow
<br>
 
There's a place<br>
 
Where infidels and showgirls meet<br>
 
Such a disgrace<br>
Coming in under the cover of darkness
Wedding bells crumble in the street<br>
 
<br>
How high shall we build this wall?
Coming in under the cover of darkness<br>
 
How high shall we build this wall?<br>
Could've said more but it would've seemed heartless
I could've said more but it would've seemed heartless<br>
 
How tight shall we shut that door?<br>
How tight shall we close that door?
<br>
 
In the name of the Father and the Son<br>
 
In the name of gasoline and a gun<br>
 
It didn't turn out the way we planned<br>
The only claim to be redeemed
Now I'm living in<br>
 
Broken Promise Land<br>
To take that name that they've blasphemed
Broken Promise Land<br>
 
Didn't turn out the way we planned
 
Now I'm living in broken promise land
 
Broken promise land
 
 
 
There's a place where infidels and showgirls meet
 
Such a disgrace, wedding bells crumbled in the street
 
Coming in under the cover of darkness
 
How high shall we build this wall?
 
Could've said more but it would've seemed heartless
 
How tight shall we shove that door?
 
 
 
In the name of the father and the son
 
In the name of gasoline and a gun
 
Didn't turn out the way we planned  
 
Now I'm living in broken promise land
 
Broken promise land

Latest revision as of 06:55, 22 April 2009

lyrics for
Broken Promise Land

There's a place
Where words mean nothing or much less
Such a disgrace
We got to get out of this mess

Coming in under the cover of darkness
How high shall we build this wall?
I could've said more but it would've seemed heartless
How hard did I slam that door?

I swore I'd never walk away
Until I saw this day
It didn't turn out the way we planned
Now I'm living in
Broken Promise Land
Broken Promise Land

There's a town I know
Has a strange resemblance to Jericho
Even though
Seven horns are getting ready to blow

Coming in under the cover of darkness
How high shall we build this wall?
Could've said more but it would've seemed heartless
How tight shall we close that door?

They only claimed to be redeemed
They take that name and then blaspheme
It didn't turn out the way we planned
Now I'm living in
Broken Promise Land
Broken Promise Land

There's a place
Where infidels and showgirls meet
Such a disgrace
Wedding bells crumble in the street

Coming in under the cover of darkness
How high shall we build this wall?
I could've said more but it would've seemed heartless
How tight shall we shut that door?

In the name of the Father and the Son
In the name of gasoline and a gun
It didn't turn out the way we planned
Now I'm living in
Broken Promise Land
Broken Promise Land