Paint It Black Panic Letras:
I checked the pilot lights and double-checked all
the locks. But the captain's asleep at the wheel.
We're heading straight for the rocks. I've got the
anxiety blocked. Nose to the grindstone, both eyes
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on the clock. It's a matter of trust. They want to
re-write the history books, they want to turn back
the clocks. Just leave your hope at the ballot
box, and leave the wolf in charge of tending the
flock. Make no mistake, they watch every move that
we make.
Letras: Panic Paint It Black [final]