Who Will Care When We're All Gone By The Lazyswede

I am just a simple man in a world where love Is hiding far away, far away Pain and anger all around yes this story's been foretold Long ago, long ago When will we learn to get along who'll tell you that they Want to end it all, end it all, Do it in the name of God slay your friends don't give a sod You bloody fools, you're just tools Since time began we've gone to war, it's your duty Heed this call, heed this call! Mothers bothers fathers too, children of this world

It's up to you, up to you Bring them down upon their knees, Show them we just don't need to kill and die before our time But in the end who gives a damn, they see it on their TV screens And it's not them, it's not them Out of sight and out of mind, they can't be hurt, It's happening elsewhere in the world, But not to them, not to them But then one day the penny drops, when someone close we know gets shot Or blown to bits, In the name of God It's then too late to help them out, their family's grieve Around a photograph, a photograph, Memories are all that's left, of a loving child or mam or dad Or you, my friend in the end? But who will care when we're all gone?

Copyright © The Lazyswede 2007

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