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Oh, Senator Marsha, can you tell us true

Songs of the Unbroken

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Oh, Senator Marsha, can you tell us true

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Songs of the Unbroken
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100 просмотров · 10 дн. назад
The heavy boots are kicking down the screen, Masked faces in the dark, a shadow on the scene, Is it a rogue cartel, or a federal line? Out here in the valleys of the Volunteer State, Where the lines of defense meet the hand of fate, We’re staring through the window, trying to read the sign. (Chorus) Oh, Senator Marsha, can you tell us true? When the law wears a mask, what's a citizen to do? With the patches on the vest and the shields in the night, How do we know the wrong from the right? Yeah, Marsha Blackburn, we’re calling out your name, When the street turns to chaos, who carries the blame? (Verse 2) The neighbor's screaming out on the concrete floor, Unmarked vans idling right outside the door, The text says "Stand Your Ground," but the badge is concealed, A split-second choice on a battlefield. If I step in to help, am I a hero or a target on the run? Staring down the barrel of a federal gun. (Chorus) Oh, Senator Marsha, can you tell us true? When the law wears a mask, what's a citizen to do? With the patches on the vest and the shields in the night, How do we know the wrong from the right? Yeah, Marsha Blackburn, we’re calling out your name, When the street turns to chaos, who carries the blame? (Bridge) You talk about the border, you talk about the state, But the confusion on the pavement is turning into hate. Real cops don't hide, real law shows the card, Now the courtroom's the trap and the street is too hard. Give us clarity, Senator, give us the word, Before another tragic shot in the dark is heard. (Guitar Solo - Heavy, Tense) (Chorus) Oh, Senator Marsha, can you tell us true? When the law wears a mask, what's a citizen to do? With the patches on the vest and the shields in the night, How do we know the wrong from the right? Yeah, Marsha Blackburn, we’re calling out your name, When the street turns to chaos, who carries the blame? (Outro) No ID on the jacket. Just a mask in the night. Tell us, Marsha... Who holds the right? (Fade out on a haunting, ringing chord)