Why throw flowers on my grave when I'm dead? Why paint pictures of with the blood that I shed Why try to copy any word of what I said When I hated you all when I was living
Why do I waste time trying to create Why do I still try to communicate When you do nothing 'cept coagulate Making bad pretenses of pretending
Why do just sit around counting the days Why do you act in so many fickle ways Why does it take your type to make this world rotate When almost all of you are hardly breathing?
And who can tell me what religion is for? And which idiot thinks that a religion is any more Than just another product of that same religious soul That flows through time as through a wretching body?
How can you ban the bomb Without first you ban the war How can you ban the war Without first you ban the peace Why does someone talk of peace and someone else of war When each one is a product of the other
And how many immortals did you ever see And how many gods do you thing there can be And how much leading must you need before you find the tree It's dead and just about to fall upon you
How'd you go through living without seeing yourself And how can you see yourself by searching someone else And keeping someone's nightmare of a place you labeled hell Not knowing how to live life without fearing
You teach the children fear to gain some ease with your laws Instead of teaching fact you feed them all Santa Claus Slowly their poor minds are disillusioned by your laws Is goodness hard to come by without lying
Why do I sit here and sing you this song Why have I worried about people for so long I think you're all right and it's me that's all wrong And I hated myself when I was living
Why do I sit here and sing you this song Why have I worried about people for so long I think you're all right and it's me that's all wrong And I hated myself when I was living
I think you're all right and it's me that's all wrong And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was livingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
