Procol Harum The Unquiet Zone текст песни, слова песни The Unquiet Zone Procol Harum
Procol Harum - The Unquiet Zone
they chase us on from hole to hole
They hunt us down like carrion crows
they search us out like frightened moles
This surely is a dreadful war
An awful waste of guts and gore
An awful waste of human life
This senseless, bloody, bitter strife
We huddled close against the ground
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