And the little boy stared
Into the eyes of the night,
Button collects price of his time,
Little girl glared,
Sheets of the denial,
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 bleеd
Sheets of the night,
Lovers connect to the price of his dime
[x2:]
What have we said?
Wasn't it their bed?
What of presence?
Haven't we paid penance
For the new guns?
What have we said?
(To the old Gods and moved on)
Wasn't it their bed?
(To the old Gods and moved on)
What of presence?
(To the old Gods and moved on)
Haven't we paid penance
For the new guns?
To you!