Sent away to school we were taught to march and shoot and take our discipline in teams They trained us to be hard or cruelty and manhood are synonymous it seems and we knew camaraderie
In the lost room our hideaway we would play the strangest games that any boy might like to play In the lost room both night and day candles flickered casting shadows on the monsters and their prey
Mother, I wrote to you but your answers only said that it's important to be brave Father was far away in a corner of the empire where we never shall be slaves For we know camaraderie
In the lost room a boy could see how survival of the fittest meant destruction of the weak In the lost room a tyranny was imposed by those who crowed they'd never turn the other cheek
Crash! And then again but the servants cleaning dormitories can't hear what we say Crack! It's only pain and important to be disciplined when war is on the way they say We will obey
In the lost room our hideaway we would play the strangest games that any boy might like to play In the lost room both night and day candles flickered casting shadows on the monsters and their prey
In the lost room a boy could see how survival of the fittest meant destruction of the weak In the future as time would tell running riot under orders would create a living hell
Lost, mother, I'm lost Lost, mother, I'm lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
