From the recording Wednesday
Lyrics
187
written by Wednesday
A thousand ways to kill an alien citizen
But then who's counting
Another way to kill your generation
But they don't have the time
I know
And it's not your fault although they make it seem
Each and every time
I know
And the bleeding hearts that lie still on the wake
Are fighting on and on
Another way to kill your education
But then who's reading
They're to busy taxing cigarettes and all your books
And they don't have the time
I know
And it's not your fault although they make it seem
Each and every time
I know
And the bleeding hearts that lie still on the wake
Are fighting on and on
Let's go