gently, gently
don't you let it break
be careful, darling
for goodness sake
you're so awful awful
awfully quiet these days
but no vow of silence
is gonna make your case
convince me I'm not bored
convince me I'm not bored
convince me I'm not
killer, killer
I've got blood to spill
this loathsome heart
it has had its fill
pressure, pressure
precious weight upon my shoulders
I won't put you down
I won't let you go
I've got hands to hold
these hands
I've got hands to hold
hold these hands
quickly, quickly
with Godspeed fly to me
may he turn his back
and just leave us be
soldier, soldier
why would you wage that kind of war?
now your tired feet,
they can march no more
cut off at the knees
cut off at the knees
cut off at the knees
cut off
Comments (0)