War, war is stupid
And people are stupid
I heard them banging
On hearts and fingers
People fill the world
With narrow confidence
Like a child at birth
A man with no defense
What's mine is my own
I won't give it to you
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
Now we're fighting
In our hearts
Fighting in the street
Won't somebody help me?
Man is far behind
In the search for something new
Like a philistine
We're burning witches too
This world of fate
Must be designed for you
It matters what you say
It matters what you do
After the bird has flown
He walked ten thousand
Miles back home
You can't do that to me, no
Won't somebody help me?
Maybe it's because people are stupid that war is stupid. After the bird has (had?) flown he walked ten thousand miles? Odd. Why didn't he fly?
2 comments:
I need something to get my theeth (no spelling mistake, see picture on post) into.
R (of RBB)
How about Wuke Lithers?
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