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To Be Treated Rite - Chris Cornell

Lyrics by：Terry Reid

Composed by：Terry Reid

Oh we are what we are when in danger

And we are as we stand head in hand

When a friend brings to light

On a cold silver knife

You can stare your fate into his hands

Oh we are what we are when we're made to

Be the sole owning guardians of land

And there's always advice

On a cold Winter's night

Like your dreams are just an Island in the sands

Don't it seem so strange

How it just don't change

Things just stay the same

As they've always been

Some of us are out to win

And some of us are out to aim

Oh we are what we are when we're praying

In our way of seeking some light

May the mission bells ring

Of the colourful dreams

In the faith that everyone is treated right

Don't it seem so strange

How it just don't change

Things just stay the same

As they've always been

Some of us are out to win

And some of us are out just to aim

May the mission bells ring

Of the colourful dreams

In the faith that everyone is treated right