Lyrics

We hunkered down at the top of the quay
While the space lasers lit up the trees
Where are all those who say die on your feet is better than live on your knees

In the pan, he cannot understand when he’s warmed by degrees
And for helos the do not exist it sure seems that they sound like a swarm-cloud of bees
What kind of people seek profit in things such as these?

Fighting and screaming and endlessly streaming
They’re pushing their way through the door

Robed in rags of American flags
Now spattered in traitorous gore

Not a care for the one lying lifeless and cold on the floor
None for the man who betrayeth the oath that he swore

Cry a little pain
I love you
Every time it rain
Coo-coo comes again
And I fall flat, exhausted

It took forever to crawl out from under the suffocating catafalque
Waste deep in weeds they have gleaned all the seeds
And have left us with nought but the stalk

Higher and higher
The spires make all men to gawk
Ah but, what is the use of a shoe to a man who can’t walk?

Cry little pain
I love you
Every time it rains
Coo-coo comes again
And I fall flat, exhausted

Looking out the window
Nothing comes to light
Nothing but a certain kind
Of vermilion, bright

Work my way past the hedgerows
By the crying moon
It’s all things long forgotten
You can be there soon

You’ll survive the night
(look left)
You can hide tonight

You can find the forrest of old
In the darkest of dreams
Coming, this time!

Cry little pain
I love you
Every time it rains
Coo-coo comes again
And I fall flat, exhausted

Cry little pain
I love you
Every time it rains
Coo-coo comes again
And I fall flat, exhausted