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Down on Hell's Half Acre,
walking on fire.
We got trouble in the wasteland
down on Hell's Half Acre.
Back in the land where the buffalo roam,
is this the place that I called home.
She said you've changed, you're not the same.
Clouds of napalm and the opium,
the damage was already done
-- Robbie Robertson
We zap and maim
with the bravery of being out of range.
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next.
Old timer, who you gonna kill next
-- Roger Waters
And the perverted fear of violence
chokes a smile on every face,
and common sense is ringing out the bells.
This ain't no technological breakdown.
Oh no, this is the road to hell.
-- Chris Rea
A place to stay.
Enough to eat.
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street.
Where you can speak out loud
about your doubts and fears,
and what's more no one ever disappears.
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks,
and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control.
And everyone has recourse to the law.
And no one kills the children anymore.
No one kills the children anymore.
-- Pink Floyd
Showdown at big sky, darkness at high noon.
Showdown at big sky, that day may be soon.
People, people, can you hear the sound
from every village and every town.
Let the bells ring out, hear the bells ring in.
Let the bells ring out, keep them ringing, ringing
-- Robbie Robertson