Townes

I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold
I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives
To wage a battle on the poor

Falling from our ranks, deserting
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating
Falling from our ranks, deserting
To the marching of drums, belief goes on;
A life admonished and loathed

I would sit with [unintelligible]
That the actions chosen forever burden the soul
And [unintelligible] our brothers back home

Falling from our ranks, deserting
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating
Falling from our ranks, deserting
To the marching of drums, belief goes on;
A life admonished and loathed