Tekstovi: Quiet Child. Otras Canciones. Captain Trips.

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Please, take a seat
I'm quite aware of the rituals that you keep
Take a vow for your friends
I'm sure they would've liked to have seen the end
Make them proud, make them proud
By running and putting your face back in the crowd
Think of her kiss
How long has it been since she touched you on the lips?

Now, millions dead
Robbed of the chance to kiss their children's heads
A battlefield of captain trips
A thousand flies descend to taste the sick and the dead

Here! Rest your feet!
Remove yourself from the dangers found in the street
You've got your soldiers sent to death
Making sure you don't get your fingers wet
Hypocrite!