LYRICS
If you think it’s a question of maybe
When it comes to killing a baby
Then it’s time to grasp reality
Put away the grenade
Into the light. Out of the shade.
If you think there’s nothing wrong
With dropping a wedding bomb
Peace will forever long
Military parade charade
Into the light. Out of the shade.
Lurking in the shadows
A wolf in our meadows
Dressed in sheep’s clothing
Nothin’ more worth loathing
Hatred fade! Into the light. Out of the shade.
ABOUT THE SONG
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Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
From the album First Puddle From the Sun
by Daniel Brouse