Across the border they turn

MillerCross

water into wine

some say it's the devil's bloood

squeezing from the vine

some say it's a saviour 

in these hard and desperate times

for me it helps me to forget 

that we're just born to die

i came here like so many did 

to find the better life

to find my better piece of easy street

to finally be alive

and i know nothing good comes easy

and all good things take some time

i made my bed and i'll lie in it

to die in it it's the crime

gentlemanorcus

I know, you know

In this world you gotta pay

It's all for sale

What's your side, you couldn't say...

No, doesn't matter anyway

gentlemanorcus

Claymore land mines, anti-personnel kind
Good for lining borders and they're easy to hide
Bury 'em in the ground, only one way they're found
Another fine product we deliver with pride
Swing a deal on the side

M-1's, ammo too - Stinger missiles got a few
Better get 'em now, while we got 'em in store
Good for a last stand, straight out of Afghanistan
If you never use 'em, you can save 'em till your next civil war
Cause that's what they're for

gentlemanorcus

I know, you know, in this world you gotta pay
It's all for sale, what's your side? You couldn't say...
Hmmm, doesn't matter anyway