Who knows where the body politic
Meets the falling fantastique
When the words are in the sand
And each woman needs a man
With permission just to breath
Or choosing where to sleep
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
One compromise could ease the land
Could place diamonds in the hand
Of the woman and the need
And her hands could be freed
No permission just to live
Or whose to give to
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Interlude
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
R3v3lat0r - Army Lyrics
R3v3lat0r - Army Lyrics
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Who knows where the body politic
Meets the falling fantastique
When the words are in the sand
And each woman needs a man
With permission just to breath
Or choosing where to sleep
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
One compromise could ease the land
Could place diamonds in the hand
Of the woman and the need
And her hands could be freed
No permission just to live
Or whose to give to
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Interlude
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Meets the falling fantastique
When the words are in the sand
And each woman needs a man
With permission just to breath
Or choosing where to sleep
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
One compromise could ease the land
Could place diamonds in the hand
Of the woman and the need
And her hands could be freed
No permission just to live
Or whose to give to
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Interlude
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Out of the market
Into the wind
Out of the crossfire
And into my hands
Writer: Mike Johnson, Toddy Walters
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid