Thrice - Buried in the Sun lyrics

[Thrice - Buried in the Sun lyrics]

I saw the fire on the television-
The DOD or the CIA? If we're the cops
Then the world's our prison
2, 4, 6, 8, USA! (all right)

The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe
The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun

She felt the thrum of the helicopter
A little taste of that shock and awe
She tried to run, but the bullets caught her
Courtesy of our coup d'état (all right)

The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe
The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun
The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe


The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun

Buried in the sun buried in the sun

I saw the fire on the television-
The DOD or the CIA? If we're the cops
Then the world's our prison
2, 4, 6, 8, USA! (all right)

The blood red, the black gold
This is the air we breathe
The beachhead, the backroad
Buried in the sun

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