A mother's eyes, they've been crying the president sent her boy half a world away he lays dying never sure why he's even there there's a blood red
shit we don't need. We are The middle children of history with no purpose or place. We have no great war or great depression. The great war is a spiritual war
You live your life like its a movie screen You're putting on a show Melodramatic and exaggerated I can do without So insincere And so self serving, baby
So you call to say it's over and I'm out. I don't take risks and that's something you know about and you say I'll be alone for life. Two weeks later
treacherous - You can live the life you choose Contrived and treacherous - Don't subject us to your views I remember when you kissed our asses back then
