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Thursday, April 23, 2015

Bombs and Lipstick

What if she wasn't a stone
What if she didn't have to walk alone
With a backpack of bombs

I heard dear mother say
You will be overweight
And more make up would surely pay

And the war horses were rode
A backpack of bombs explode
Was there another way...
I heard dear mother say...

And the night was so long
And the night was so long

Killing in the name of peace
Freedom is slavery
Blowing kisses from your knees
A little more makeup if you please

Sweeter memories from a different child
Gnashing teeth from a drunken fist
Assembled in the garden repaid with echoes from a stabled beast
There must be more to this

Somehow it all makes sense

With a backpack full of bombs
She puts her makeup on
I heard dear mother say
Baby, your love is gone...

And the night was so long
And the night was so long