Cobracoustic - unplug Lyrics

	作曲 : Cobra Skulls, Peralta
	As I walk the streets of
	Cairo I empathize as
	I go And I feel ashamed
	Of the land from where
	I came Where we think different people
	Are the ones that harbor evil
	But you gotta think harder
	Cause we’re all the same
	Stop fearing people
	Before you meet them
	And don’t keep enemies
	Until you must defeat them
	My country, love it or leave it
	That’s shit and
	I don’t believe it
	A decaying standard
	And it’s begging for a change
	Freedom is relative
	I feel relatively free where
	I live But down in
	Cairo Freedom is not ours to give
	With our birds up high and their sons below
	You don’t know where every bomb will blow
	With their sons below and our birds up high
	Are you made to be friends in heaven when
	You die?

	zuo qu : Cobra Skulls, Peralta
	As I walk the streets of
	Cairo I empathize as
	I go And I feel ashamed
	Of the land from where
	I came Where we think different people
	Are the ones that harbor evil
	But you gotta think harder
	Cause we' re all the same
	Stop fearing people
	Before you meet them
	And don' t keep enemies
	Until you must defeat them
	My country, love it or leave it
	That' s shit and
	I don' t believe it
	A decaying standard
	And it' s begging for a change
	Freedom is relative
	I feel relatively free where
	I live But down in
	Cairo Freedom is not ours to give
	With our birds up high and their sons below
	You don' t know where every bomb will blow
	With their sons below and our birds up high
	Are you made to be friends in heaven when
	You die?

	zuò qǔ : Cobra Skulls, Peralta
	As I walk the streets of
	Cairo I empathize as
	I go And I feel ashamed
	Of the land from where
	I came Where we think different people
	Are the ones that harbor evil
	But you gotta think harder
	Cause we' re all the same
	Stop fearing people
	Before you meet them
	And don' t keep enemies
	Until you must defeat them
	My country, love it or leave it
	That' s shit and
	I don' t believe it
	A decaying standard
	And it' s begging for a change
	Freedom is relative
	I feel relatively free where
	I live But down in
	Cairo Freedom is not ours to give
	With our birds up high and their sons below
	You don' t know where every bomb will blow
	With their sons below and our birds up high
	Are you made to be friends in heaven when
	You die?

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