Wounded in Italy
Charles Bliss, Joe Coyle
Finding something out
You weren't told about
Reveals all your doubts
Putrid thoughts ring loud
Turning for the worst
You feel like you've been cursed
Loyalty is not the word
Don't feel you're understood
Through the cracks in your door
Yea you wanna be free but you can't break the floor
Wounded in Italy
Calling your Family
Now you're on the street your poor
Sounding sacred bells
To keep yourself from hell
Don't recognize the smell
Cemented in your well
Trying to release
Your anger at your peace
You run at flames of fleece
You massacred your teeth
The whispers still roam
But the seams of yesterday have been sown
Wounded in Italy
Moving on sympathy
Now Your way is gone, you're home
