Texty:
Traffic Holy Ground

holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This oh, holy ground, holy ground Holy ground, holy

(Winwood/Capaldi/Spillane) What are we doing to this holy ground, this land that God gave to us all 'Cause everywhere I hear that crashing sound that

combination, like master lock Let it be known, that none could ever pass the Block and when the spot get blown, I hit you with the ?yeah, first shot? Traffic