I ain’t nobody special don’t come in a suit
Have little to show still paying dues
War is a crime as is to rob a child
Of a right to live with so much love to give
The zigs and the zags were coming for me
Was a wint’ry day and it wasn’t a dream
I was marched through the gates where a string quartet
Played perfect tones for the walking dead
If your down on your luck don’t expect very much
You can find me in a place between
You know those chimneys blow the hopes of ghosts
And in the ashen heaps rats are gatherin’ teeth
They’ll scour the ground and scorch the earth
Leavin’ open wounds where richness once stood
So they came and they left behind iron gates
A carbon trace and the stench of death
Among the skins and bones, two eyes were blinkin’
I thought I could hear what the dyin’ were thinkin’
After all of this I then understood
The subject of hate in a rotten world
War is a crime as is to rob a child
Of a right to live with so much love to give
credits
from Skyless Countries,
released January 27, 2016
Yvette - bvs, clarinet; Eamon - bass; Rich - guitar, song
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