Δευτέρα, 7 Απριλίου 2008

Learn

Well, if they ever ask you how we have come to this
Don't tell them of the places we've seen and came to miss
Don't tell them of the chances we loved and sent away
Don't tell them of the choices that brought us here today

Don't tell them of the fires we set on fields of hay
Or that we ever thought, of doing more than play
Don't tell them of the triggers we pulled against the sun
Just tell them that we did it for nothing more than fun

Oh, if they ever break you and smash you down to bits
Don't tell them of our dreaming we stripped out of its peace
Do tell them it was funny, that laughing bright we woke
Don't mind if they go crying when told our killing joke

Don't tell them of the teardrops that bleached the hopes once fair
Don't tell them of our moments of sorrow and despair
Just tell them of a harvest we wasted and then laughed
Don't tell them of the endings we brought to all we loved

Don't tell them of the bitter, the hardened bits of steel
Don't tell them of the battered, the shattered common will
Just tell them we're in bussiness, but nothing's to be done
Don't tell them what you're up to -it takes out all the fun

Don't tell them that we're bleeding, swallowing 'till we choke
Don't tell them we can't laugh now with our own killing joke
Just smile and tell them nothing -the talk is for the gun
But if they ever ask you -do tell them it was fun.

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