So hard to pick and choose
With you so far removed
Peace comes to those who wait
But it wont come for you
Cause beyond your slave-ship prison
Beyond the battered bow
Ghosts in muddy combat boots
Will track all through your house
So, don't get it wrong
No, don't get this wrong
I spy a wilted rose
In an apartment window sill
Its all thats left to eat
When you took what you could steal
And you will not be forgiven
You will not be espoused
You will be buried beneath
The death that you arouse
So, don't get it wrong
No, don't get this wrong
"For in the final analysis
Our most basic common link
Is that we all inhabit this small planet
We all breathe the same air
We all cherish our children's future
And we are all mortal"
So you can stomp your feet
And talk really loud
If theres an ace up your sleeve
You'd better play it now
You say you can run for acres
You say it really proud
But everybody owes the reaper
And he don't fuck around
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