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Oh my broken lamb |
| [00:18] |
I worry when you cry |
| [00:27] |
Baby's gonna fetch ya |
| [00:34] |
Horses in the sky |
| [00:42] |
Though dead hands ring the garden |
| [00:50] |
And these are violent times |
| [00:59] |
And violence brings more violence |
| [01:06] |
And liars bring more lies |
| [01:15] |
Though we was born defeated |
| [01:22] |
Worried, tired and scared |
| [01:30] |
And monsters build mean robots |
| [01:37] |
Launching rockets into the air |
| [01:45] |
And the wealth of our nations |
| [01:54] |
Fed on angel blood |
| [02:01] |
And our cities shot with moneyed schemes |
| [02:09] |
Built on twigs and mud |
| [02:16] |
And our schools look like prisons |
| [02:24] |
And our prisons look like malls |
| [02:32] |
And downtown's just a sick parade |
| [02:39] |
Where no-one cares at all |
| [02:50] |
And our hero's all died crazy |
| [02:57] |
Broken, poor or shot |
| [03:04] |
Let's celebrate their tragedy |
| [03:12] |
And sanctify the loss |
| [03:19] |
And manifest the daydream |
| [03:26] |
Like those who fell before |
| [03:33] |
And glorify our small attempts |
| [03:40] |
And hate ourselves no more |
| [03:50] |
Blow words between these sucker's teeth |
| [03:57] |
And bind these panicked hands |
| [04:05] |
Lose your heart like a clumsy bell |
| [04:12] |
Please be well |
| [05:24] |
And all I true love Is the light In my sister's darling eyes |
