Ain't it strange
this world welive in
that's afraid
of the things we should've been
And you sell yourself
look the other way
to a war
let's begin
only six feet down to an early grave
andyou're standing up
And everything is going to hell
and you're going as well
but youdon't know
just what to wear
if I'm going I'll pray
and avoid all the plagues
Iain't going
I ain't going nowhere
A little late
to wonder where we're heading
in the game
with the ones we're killing
Concrete shoes
though snowy junes
nowarming clues
be gone what wanna do