POP YARD

I mourn in the Pop Yard Red graves with no one's name I will live to the day when the yard will rise again I will find you too I will find you too There's nothing in this field that can cut my feet But it is gone again when I sleep Rapitipita with the TV on the run And a Rapitipita with the TV on the guns and a Rapitipita with the TV on the run And a Rapitipita with the TV on the guns I mourn in the Pop Yard Red graves with no one's name I will live to the day when the yard will rise again I mourn in the Pop Yard Red graves with no one's name I will live to the day when the yard will rise again When the yard will rise again