Scribble Scroll

the sense to smell…so gone
the feeling of belonging…no long
the want of wants…no more
so much of deceit…in store
the killing of insects…not over yet
Fear of flying…so hard to get

standing in this black and dark
too hard for me to wag
standing in this black and dark
too hard for me to wag

he is giving away…all those weapons
killing the Iraqis…and their children
these voices in our head…should be fucking heard
remember the time…when they sang the song free bird
the secret…to the other secrets
it’s time now…for u and i to work on the guitar frets

our work is on a charge brigade
don’t even think for a fucking wait
the bombs are dropping like pigeon shit
when are these people gonna loose their evil fucking wit
when are these people gonna loose their evil fucking wit
when are these people gonna loose their evil fucking wit
our work is on a charge brigade
don’t even think for a fucking wait
the bombs are dropping like pigeon shit
when are these people gonna loose their evil fucking wit?