Letras de Paradise Row

And the pharaoh raised his hand
Said dig a hole in the promised land
The pointing men are marching in a line
They′re shooting poison arrows in the sky
These are the last days of Burt Lasswelle

And there's a man knocking on your door
He′s playing games with the word of the lord
A hammer in his hand to break your soul
But the spirit is a house that will not fall

These are the last days of Burt Lasswelle
Tell me, Moses, where will your children go?

Now the scorpion will go
Where the forest will not grow
And Pharaoh lies behind the golden mask
His pointing men steal water from my well

I don't mind telling you
It makes my heart bleed
I don't mind telling you
It makes my heart bleed

These are the last days of Burt Lasswelle
Tell me, Moses, where will your children go?

These are the last days of Burt Lasswelle
Tell me, Moses, where will your children go?

Where will your children go?
Where will your children go?
Where will your children go?
Where will your children go?