Shaman’s Harvest - Broken Ones lyrics

Runnin’ like a pack of rabid dogs It don’t matter where we came from Chasing ghosts until we’re done Ain’t no sleep till 21 guns Mommas let your broken boys roam Blood boiling within us With steel gaze and fists of stone They’ll try to break us down But we’ve flown too high into the sun Into the rising sun We’re the unwanted dregs and broken thieves Take yours we’ve given up on selfish dreams We’ve come from homes run by bad fathers Rumor is we’re some bad mothers Become numb to the pleading screams Blood boiling within us With steel gaze and fists of stone They’ll try to break us down But we’ve flown too high into the sun Into the setting sun You, you there the broken ones Hear me Give us your tired, your poor, Your huddled ma**es yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, We will (?) Blood boiling within us With steel gaze and fists of stone They’ll try to break us down But we’ve flown too high into the sun Blood boiling within us With steel gaze and fists of stone They’ll try to break us down But we’ve flown too high into the sun Into the medium