Hail! Hail!
Breach! Breach!
Hail! Hail!
Moving this mountain will
Take mountains of men
We still hold the key
But light is growing dim
As the 1% push the oppressed to the streets
We turn to look forward, there's nowhere to reach
On the backs of the bruised, they place burden and scorn
What was once a great nation now battered and torn
Hail! Hail!
Breach! Breach!
Hail! Hail!
Moving this mountain will
Take mountains of men
We still hold the key
But the razor's egde is thin
As our apathy rises, we've failed to take watch
Tying all of our hopes and our thoughts to the gods
Taking liberties, bribes in the plainest of sight
In making their orders, knowing not what is right
We are destruction
An insurrection
A standing tidal wave
Of free who are slaves
When will we turn?
Floyd Turbo - It's All About the Turn Lyrics
Floyd Turbo - It's All About the Turn Lyrics
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Hail! Hail!
Breach! Breach!
Hail! Hail!
Moving this mountain will
Take mountains of men
We still hold the key
But light is growing dim
As the 1% push the oppressed to the streets
We turn to look forward, there's nowhere to reach
On the backs of the bruised, they place burden and scorn
What was once a great nation now battered and torn
Hail! Hail!
Breach! Breach!
Hail! Hail!
Moving this mountain will
Take mountains of men
We still hold the key
But the razor's egde is thin
As our apathy rises, we've failed to take watch
Tying all of our hopes and our thoughts to the gods
Taking liberties, bribes in the plainest of sight
In making their orders, knowing not what is right
We are destruction
An insurrection
A standing tidal wave
Of free who are slaves
When will we turn?
Breach! Breach!
Hail! Hail!
Moving this mountain will
Take mountains of men
We still hold the key
But light is growing dim
As the 1% push the oppressed to the streets
We turn to look forward, there's nowhere to reach
On the backs of the bruised, they place burden and scorn
What was once a great nation now battered and torn
Hail! Hail!
Breach! Breach!
Hail! Hail!
Moving this mountain will
Take mountains of men
We still hold the key
But the razor's egde is thin
As our apathy rises, we've failed to take watch
Tying all of our hopes and our thoughts to the gods
Taking liberties, bribes in the plainest of sight
In making their orders, knowing not what is right
We are destruction
An insurrection
A standing tidal wave
Of free who are slaves
When will we turn?
Writer: Mark Betthauser
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid