Ronnie Hock

Ronnie Hock

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Pop - Rock | Muskegon, Michigan, United States
Total Song Plays: 4,734   
Member Since: 2005
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145

Lyrics

The rain was pouring down outside a cafe.
The sound of marching men in boots and berets.
I heard a mother cry.
Her only son had died, all in the interest of foreign trade.

Love - an international word,
although a bit absurd,
in this wilderness world.

Open your eyes, open your heart.
What is there left, left we can do?
Open your eves, open your heart.
What is there left, left we can use?

Love - an international word,
although a bit absurd,
in this wilderness world.

The threatening silence of artillery
cracks the streets with itÃ?'s enormous weight.
It was a warm and windy morn.
A little village, savage torn.
All in the interest of foreign trade.

Love - an international word,
although a bit absurd,
in this wilderness world.


Chorus

Solo

Chorus

Open your heart ...
Open your heart ...
Open your heart ...

Song Length
4:43
Genre
Pop - Alternative


Lyric Credits Ronnie Hock
Music Credits Ronnie Hock and Denis Smith