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We Fight Video (MV)




Performed By: Thick Red Wine
Length: 3:17
Written by: Thick Red Wine




Thick Red Wine - We Fight Lyrics




There's a wildfire burning up inside of me
All the men who I have tried to be
I still can't make up my mind
Got a real job, making decent money
I try not to feel so funny
When I drink myself dumb

But don't be numb
Don't become numb
Don't be numb

Live like crazed men, always on the verge of laughter
Sadly most things I chase after
Leave me broken and alone
Counting bruises, I don't know where they came from
Why should I become the sane one
In this world that has gone mad?

But don't be sad
Don't become sad
Don't be sad

Find a dead bird, in the brush behind I-95
Fears of petty men keep hate alive
Bullets sprayed against the sky
Wake from nightmares i'll never quite remember
Walking barefoot on the embers of
Our fragile scrawled out creeds

Let me bleed
Let us all bleed
Let me bleed

Pick my poisons, they're gonna get me somehow
No well it might not be right now
But our numbers all come up
I'm deflating-always sinking at the middle
Solve the riddle of suburbia
Well I think I'd rather die

So I will fight
We will fight
We will fight
We will fight
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There's a wildfire burning up inside of me
All the men who I have tried to be
I still can't make up my mind
Got a real job, making decent money
I try not to feel so funny
When I drink myself dumb

But don't be numb
Don't become numb
Don't be numb

Live like crazed men, always on the verge of laughter
Sadly most things I chase after
Leave me broken and alone
Counting bruises, I don't know where they came from
Why should I become the sane one
In this world that has gone mad?

But don't be sad
Don't become sad
Don't be sad

Find a dead bird, in the brush behind I-95
Fears of petty men keep hate alive
Bullets sprayed against the sky
Wake from nightmares i'll never quite remember
Walking barefoot on the embers of
Our fragile scrawled out creeds

Let me bleed
Let us all bleed
Let me bleed

Pick my poisons, they're gonna get me somehow
No well it might not be right now
But our numbers all come up
I'm deflating-always sinking at the middle
Solve the riddle of suburbia
Well I think I'd rather die

So I will fight
We will fight
We will fight
We will fight
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Writer: Thick Red Wine
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