A Few Words For The Dead
Can you make it your own
Can you take it by the throat
Make your own luck, learn the skills
Get in early for the kill
It carries on
Pick up the weapon
Marry it, give it your name
Define yourself by it
Take it down 'the disco
Trigger happy, pulling power
Lady killer, take 'em out
See the weirdos on the hill
Come to get you if you stand still
It carries on
Somewhere in history you were wronged
Teach your children to bang the drum
Tell all your family, tell all your friends
Teach your brothers to avenge
It carries on
Or you could love
You could love
Lie down in the flowers
In the blue of the air
Open your eyes
Why use up your life for anything else?
No need to fight for what everyone has
What do you need?
It's already there
It's already there
You could love
So he carried the stars in his pocket
Drank the sunrise till he was drunk
He embraced the angels
They swam like little minnows in his blood
Ghosts in his eyes
Out walking beside him
Laughing like children in his mind
They chanted his mantra together
You could love
They were happy