On The Might Of Princes Carry Go Bring Come
Buy me someplace nice.
bomb me someplace nice.
kids count fingers on rifles.
the blood down the throat burns.
were only children,
can you hurt us like children?
and bury us with children?
we have no need for these children.
bulls are at the gate,
hang your heads.
hold a shovel behind your back.
we can dig all night.
wires keep my mouth moving so i might choke when the words stop.
keep your mouth full, the trains keep coming.
