Silent Auction in the Sun
Christian Le Surf
Smile, sir! No one’s looking for you now!
Shall I be mother to the words that you shout out loud?
I’m willing to keep the gates wide open now
The wake isn’t worth your time anyway
But violence is steady in word of mouth
Your auctions are calm and your actions are rough
But what good are gestures when you’ve had enough?
It’s simple - the time that you cut with a knife
When nothing makes sense as you draw your wife (as you draw your wife!)
(Wake up in the morning, will our leaders die in bed?
Will they die…)
Wake up in thе morning, will our leaders die in bеd?
Will they die without a way to save their scrawny little heads?
Wasted in the wire, and the blame you aim to give
With the word out to the liars that you might just let us live
(I've gone insane!)