Artist: stabbing westward
Song: can't happen here
Year: 1994
Late last night I tripped in
Violent shades of green
1000 Voiceless faces were chasing me
I ran through the air as thick as glue
Through night as black as hate my spirit fled
Through branches filled with thorns
My eyes bled and bled
How could I ever hope to win this race
When everytime I close my eyes I see your face
It just can't happen here
