Cocksoldiers And Their Postwar Stubble
If you could imagine this
You're not to blame
This is one thing that you missed
I know it's not the same
Bend your rules in healing halls
Poisoned rain
Of the scavenger of sports
That you found to be insane
Realize the entertainment
Rise above the self-containment
Compromise will be the arrangement
For the cocksoldiers
And their postwar stubble
And dream tonight
repeat all but the second part.
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Just a grain of sand on a thousand beaches
Just like dust in the wind
Try to understand why I go to pieces
Don't know where to begin
Got a smokin' hand, nobody knows plan
But I can feel it, it's gonna overload
It's a greed machine, it means everything
I'm gonna have to get it out of my head
Got a screaming hand, shadows are all my friends
Cause they conceal me when I overload
It's a greed machine, it means everything to me
I can't conceal it when it overloads
I still shine
Got a smokin' hand, no one can understand
But I can feel it's gonna overload
Just like dust in the wind
Try to understand why I go to pieces
Don't know where to begin
Got a smokin' hand, nobody knows plan
But I can feel it, it's gonna overload
It's a greed machine, it means everything
I'm gonna have to get it out of my head
Got a screaming hand, shadows are all my friends
Cause they conceal me when I overload
It's a greed machine, it means everything to me
I can't conceal it when it overloads
I still shine
Got a smokin' hand, no one can understand
But I can feel it's gonna overload