Get Back from The World by Head

Woke to the sound of nothing in my head
Sun scratched the sky but barely bleed
Veins run dry on the streets of Aleppo
Sullen eyes and fading shadows

All these dreams we held between us
Saw the writing on the wall
They’ll work to destroy us each day
But we’ll stand tall
Gotta Get Back!
Shouts called out from in the van
We need an I.V. for this little man
He’s five in size with a wounded leg
Wrapped in a blanket from Grandmother’s bed

Back in the free zone
The TV’s scream, a battle between a dick and a queen
Both of them drunk on wine
Flip through the channels to forget the crime
Gotta Get Back!
Once knew my neighbor or so it seems
Who drew the straws to pick these teams
Back in the free zone on TV screens
A ticker tape always streams
Gotta Get Back!

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