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Donât be scared, donât be afraid,
Donât make a sound and it will abate.
Donât be lonely, donât be sad,
Whatever you do â donât get mad
Cause theyâve got guns and gears and God and gadgets
Underneath their robes.
Donât pay attention â donât hear a word,
Donât open your door or you will get hurt.
Iâll be there tomorrow baby, I swear to God this time I wonât be late,
Weâll spend the night alone with the curtain closed and a padlock on the gate.
Broken hearts, broken trust,
Smoking barrels carried home on the bus.
Breaking up and breaking down,
Breaking apart every time I look around,
Equations, information, complications every step of the way.
Break it off oh break away!
Give up your SOULS for the modern age!
Weâll go there tomorrow baby, to pawn your golden teeth for cigarettes.
Itâs just mathematics, ainât it tragic? Dying like all of the rest!
And itâs not easy lately, to bring myself to brush my teeth at night,
Cause all I wanted was a girl some passion,
And somewhere to shut my eyes.
Whatâs the time? Whatâs the difference?
Whatâs the answer? Whatâs the cure?
Whatâs so funny? Whatâs that sound, yeah
And what does he say, when Iâm not around?
Suspicion, competition, these new traditions keep me up all night.
How do I look, do I look all right?
And whatâs the name of the girl on the right?
Iâll be there tomorrow baby, chasing down my wine with fresh laments,
Itâs such a common magic the forgotten tragic unique, like all of the rest!
And itâs not easy lately, to bring myself to brush my teeth at night,
Cause all I wanted was a girl some passion,
And somewhere to shut my eyes.
- Album:
- Life Was Given to the Birds