Lyrics to Strings

An eye for an eye

Soon everybody’s blind

I’m quaking from the demons I’m gonna find

My back is breaking

From the things left behind

Oh say can you see that we’re being robbed blind



And the dead shall walk

And the truthsayers talk

Humming in our heads

As peter pays paul

It's a rich man’s war

But a poor man’s blood



And the dead shall walk

And the truthsayers talk

Its a rich man’s war

But a poor man’s blood

You start to see the strings

Of the greatest show on earth



Is this all we are?

Does it all come down

To just wanting to be more?

Come shine on my grave

Wash the dust from bone

And the mourning of this sorry slave



And the dead shall walk

And the truthsayers talk

Humming in our heads

as peter pays paul

it’s a rich man’s war

but a poor man’s blood



and the dead shall walk

and the truthsayers talk

it’s a rich man’s war

but a poor man’s blood

and you start to see the strings

of the greatest show on earth