Being in the wind of a hurricane

Because of never know the precious little lamb Leaves it's greener pasture for the silent butcher's hand Because it must be love and hate Roam the earth together to their destinies of fate And it's a shame real real shame Being in the wind of a hurricane Because they always do the tyranny of some laws Put one against another and are deafen by their cause Because it never did the star stripe story Has never flown the land with all it's might and glory And it's a shame real real shame Being in the wind of a hurricane Because it always does when you think you know it all You plant the seeds of your destruction And are heading for a fall Because of never know the precious little lamb Leaves it's greener pasture for the silent butcher's hand Because it must be love and hate Roam the earth together to their destinies of fate It's a shame real real shame it's shame real real shame Being in the wind of a hurricane