Verse: I look out to the fields Where blood is shed upon the ground I breathe in I breathe out Change the channel mute the sound I take a match, a cigarette and a walk to clear my head Stomach seething at the thought Of all those human beings deadChorus:C Em G Feels like I'm fiddilin' when Rome isEm (G C Em) burning downC Em G Should I put my fiddle down and rise up fromEm the groundC Em G God give me strength to pray that you will setEm things rightC Cuz I'm Paralyzed, I'm Paralyzed
Paralyzed
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