Tell me why you came here, squatting round a Game-Gear like Sega never died.
We met inside a warzone, you said "let's fuck the Ozone" but boy, that hole's
too wide.
You goosestep round the garden singing "Sap I bleed is hardening, no tree can
break
my stoic stride,
I'm as giddy as a baby in a centrifuge it's hard"
And we can argue that our planet's best, don't ring your brother cos there's
no contest
I'm sure you'll make a decent father there's a world war coming in Oh the
seasons I've been worrying
You drown a fly and murmur; "The Vatican was firmer, when I was back in school
and we use spray-tan in the trenches now, the problem with the French is how
they won't admit they're fools
and you never tell me anything, you never tell me anything, I can't remember
dates and times
and I'm sorry for the years I was a shipwreck boy it's hard"
I want to tell you that it means so much.
I want to tell you that it means so much.
I'm sure you'll make a decent father there's a world war coming in Oh the
years that I've been worrying
Oh, I'd rather dash myself upon the rocks, than see you waste away your days
with clocks
In every corner of your parent's home and there's no world war coming in, all
the reasons I've been worrying,
Just forget the parts you'll never need, all these things I'll tell you when
you wake up.
Make a child, a child, a forest
Make a child, make a child, make a forest
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