Military Brains, by itty bitty
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I watch the clouds
They're rolling by
They're filled to brim
They want to cry
White tears of ice
Upon the floor
Military Brains
Wish to fight no more
Our army strips
Plated gold
But our rank is nothing
What does it hold
White tears of ice
Upon the floor
Military Brains
Wish to fight no more
The smoke, the blood
Democracy
Of third-world countries
Upon the sea
White tears of ice
Upon the floor
Military Brains
Wish to fight no more
They do not wish to change
No authority can make, achieve
When it is over, white tears of joy
Only then shall they breathe
White tears of ice
Upon the floor
Military Brains
Wish to fight no more
Military Brains
Shed tears of ice
The sun will dawn
At a painful price
White tears of ice
Upon the floor
Military Brains
Wish to fight no more |
Posted: 2007-02-15 23:34:53 UTC |
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