11 julio, 2010

intervention

The king’s taken back the throne.  
The useless seed is sown.  
When they say they’re cutting off the phone,  
I tell ‘em you’re not home.  
 
No place to hide,  
You were fighting as a soldier on their side.  
You’re still a soldier in your mind,  
Though nothing’s on the line.  
 
You say it’s money that we need,  
As if we’re only mouths to feed.  
I know no matter what you say,  
There are some debts you’ll never pay.  
 
Working for the Church while your family dies.  
You take what they give you  
And you keep it inside.  
Every spark of friendship and love  
will die without a home.  
Hear the soldier groan, "We’ll go at it alone."  
 
I can taste the fear.  
Lift me up and take me out of here.  
Don’t wanna fight, don’t wanna die,  
Just wanna hear you cry.  
 
Who’s gonna throw the very first stone?  
Oh! who’s gonna reset the bone?  
Walking with your head in a sling  
Wanna hear the soldier sing:  
"Been working for the Church while my family dies.  
Your little baby sister’s gonna lose her mind.  
Every spark of friendship and love  
will die without a home."  
Hear the soldier groan, "We’ll go at it alone."  
 
I can taste your fear.  
It’s gonna lift you up and take you out of here.  
And the bone shall never heal;  
I care not if you kneel.  
 
We can’t find you now,  
But they’re gonna get their money back somehow.  
And when you finally disappear,  
We’ll just say you were never here.  
 
Working for the Church while  
your life falls apart.  
Singin’ hallelujah with the fear in your heart.  
Every spark of friendship and love  
will die without a home.  
Hear the soldier groan, "We’ll go at it alone."  
Hear the soldier groan, "We’ll go at it alone."

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