Big Business - Another Fourth Of July ...Ruined lyrics

I could not face the wind of the gods on that morning Folding hands at their heads and just starting to cry Tuck their wiltch or they waste all their breath without warning And nobody bothers to stand and demand reasons why One good afternoon they all climb to the hilltop Scratching their heads Ain't in terms with the truths they no longer believe "How did this happen? Where did we stumble?" Slowly they started to see Cold and forever their faith goes divide And stand them away from the place They wanted to be One good afternoon they all climb to the hilltop Scratching their heads Ain't in terms with the truths they no longer believe "How did this happen? Where did we stumble?" Slowly they started to see Cold and forever their faith goes divide And stand them away from the place They wanted to be I could not face the wind of the gods on that morning Folding hands at their heads and just starting to cry Tuck their wiltch or they waste all their breath without warning And nobody bothers to stand and demand reasons why