Aiming for your throat Biting at your breath Blinding both your eyes Walking you to death Coughing to your coffin Poison in your blood Bombs whistling past Bodies in dried mud
He smokes his pipe Next to a yellow light He can see his reflection On the brass ornament He reads an old tale From a tired book As he strokes the lines On a travelled face
Bankers took a gamble and failed Left this world torn and broken Not a single banker was jailed For turning us all into tokens Governments are happily complicit The trough is feeding the sow
Remember when we threw our wishes into the sea And watched the wind take them away The indents in the sand filling with water Erasing our faces drawn on that cold day