Countin Blues
Sand and oil stickin in the spinnin engine blades
Sun so hot it's been rising for days You count the holes for the laces in your shoes When there's bombs goin off and there's nothin to do And ya 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 All good children stay alive Ya 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Ain't nobody comin back again There's echoes in your ears of the whispers in the alley Notchin with your knife as you burn up the day's tally And ya count down the marks that you made out of fear When there's bombs goin off and ya pluggin your ears And ya 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 All good children stay alive Ya 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Ain't nobody comin back again The butcher's boys are holdin out mirrors from the shadows And your wonderin why they're out there since ya three months from the gallows And ya count the copper shells flyin outta your gun When there's bombs goin off and ya shootin for fun And ya 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 All good children stay alive Ya 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Ain't none of us comin back again |
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