Mark Seymour – Asylum

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Studio  4:07 Mark Seymour Mayday album. Moderately common. Available new in CD and digital form.

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Lyrics

Bodies in the river
Killers in the dark
Hiding in the temple
They blew the place apart
Snipers on the rooftop
children in the street
playin’ in the broken rubble
I was dead on my feet
Hiding in the basement
In the dead of night
The tears of my children
in the candle light
I could be your brother
I could be your son
Give me asylum

You gotta trust somebody
You gotta take their hand
You gotta face the truth of it
You gotta make a stand
You gotta live for something
You gotta hold your ground
You gotta fill the silence
When you hear the sound
War birds are coming
High overhead
Screaming in the desert
The living and the dead
I could be your brother
I could be your son
Give me asylum

I am a stranger in your doorway
There are many more to come
We are all in this together
To every beggar on the run!

Run through the mountains
Down to the sea
Through the valley of the shadow
have pity on me!
In my time of weakness
My time of need
Brothers and sisters
Too many mouths to feed
Gotta make a decision
Gonna die or run
Looking for the good man
When will he come?
I could be your brother
I could be your son
Give me asylum