Bone
Anti-military echoes. Bone is always a waste of time. It produces nothing, but irritation for having done it, and having gotten where you are with it. This song can be used in Support Peace actions or singing veterans' bars.
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It’s a bone night to be lying low,
A dreary night, a hopeless hell,
Even if you let it go,
All else around is high-decibel.
Chorus: That bullet got me mental.
It was a bit ungentle.
It kind of touched my temple,
Instead of hitting a pear tree.
The sun was sending out its lyrics,
Ripples, rays and waves,
Flashing its corroded earrings
Around its copper face.
Chorus: That bullet got me mental.
It was a bit ungentle.
It kind of touched my temple,
Instead of hitting a pear tree.
Burnt by the sun, destroyed by fate,
Marking time and hanging out,
Going forward and I hope away,
You’re in your own time now.
Chorus: That bullet got me mental.
It was a bit ungentle.
It kind of touched my temple,
Instead of hitting a pear tree.
Remembering all,
Not recollecting the details.
The command for assault,
The rest is how you tell it.
Chorus: That bullet got me mental.
It was a bit ungentle.
It kind of touched my temple,
Instead of hitting a pear tree.
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