And the bombs keep falling
Like fast tears down a face
Still no god comes calling
Oh what a goddamn disgrace
And the children keep dying
Their childhood’s long dead anyway
And old men keep crying
Till they cry their lives away
And everyone’s an orphan here
This unloved bastard of a city once
Where the air is thick with fear
And smoke from the coughing guns
Soon there’ll be nothing left
Nothing but the niggle of memory
And us with our crushing debt
The dues of the unhelping free.
ram cobain
(Pic courtesy Google)
(Pic courtesy Google)
