Lyrics
Dirty Moon on the Risin'
Jay Ottaway
Dirty moon on the risin'
Painting targets on our doors
Dirty moon on the risin'
Creeping through fog of war
Seeps through cracks in windows
Sweeps the dusty kitchen floor
Dirty moon on the risin'
Panic freezes up my knees
Dirty moon on the risin'
I'm too paralyzed to breathe
Smell fire in the basement
Children screaming in the street
Bombs drop, house rocks
Howling soldiers rage
Gun shots, tanks bark
Clouds all full of planes
Life stops, lost cause
Women shield their face
Will we ever be the same?
Will we ever leave this place?
Dirty moon on the risin'
Are we the last ones left to fight?
Dirty moon on the risin'
Is this the last place left to hide?
Anyone still out there?
Are we the last ones left alive?
Bombs drop, house rocks…….
Oh oh, are we the last ones left alive?
Oh oh, dirty moon on the risin'
Oh oh, dirty moon on the risin'
Oh oh!