| Lyrics: | And the little boy started,
Into the eyes of the night,
Button collects price of his
time,
Little girl glared,
Sheets of the denial,
The bullet connects to the price of
her crime.
What have we said,
Wasn't it their bed,
What of
presence,
Haven't we paid penance,
For the new guns.
Now the little boy
sees,
Through the eyes of delight,
Levers erect note of his rhyme,
Little girl
bled,
Sheets of the night,
The lovers connect to the price of his dime.
What
have we said,
Wasn't it their bed,
What of our presence,
haven't we paid
penance,
To the old gods and moved on,
To the old gods and moved on,
To the old gods
and moved on,
To the new guns, to the new guns.
What have we said,
Wasn't it
their bed,
What of our presence,
haven't we paid penance,
What have we
said,
Wasn't it their bed,
What of our presence,
haven't we paid penance,
To the
old gods and moved on,
To the old gods and moved on,
To the old gods and moved on,
To
the new guns, to the new guns. |
