Terry Lee Hale Dead Is Dead
Lonely lovers cry, why me lord I didn't mean to do it
But I saw red when she kissed him back and I lost control
The carnage spreads and their blood it mingles and is
very red
But maybe they'll get up and laugh and walk and breath
again, no
Oh they never do
Little men carry guns and walk so big
They say they are not afraid, just prepared yeah
But you know they want to use it
They want to drop the "geek"
They want play the hero and talk of life that's cheap
Hangin' on to nothin' or more than they can keep
Do you think that they would dare less?
Do you think they'd lose their sleep?
Oh they never do
I saw the pawns of war run, stand in line
Neatly pressed and folded clean cut boys and blind
How they follow, how they follow no revolting
I wish they would, how I wish they would
Ask the questions why
Why
Oh they never do
