Take the children and yourself. And hide out in the cellar. By now the fighting will be close at hand. Don't believe the church and state. And everything they tell you.
Every generation. Blames the one before. And all of their frustrations. Come beating on your door. . I know that I'm a prisoner. To all my Father held so dear.
Take the children and yourself. And hide out in the cellar. By now the fighting will be close at hand. Don't believe the church and state. And everything they tell you.