You're like a little child
Under the covers
Scared of the night
If the water hushes the fire
You never cry
If you can laugh at my patience
You need to walk over me
Berceuses put me to sleep
And war gives me what I need
Greed is a lack of a better word
For the greedy
You're mine and I'm yours
So put me to sleep
Little soldier who needs to pay up
Breathing the world's smoke
From the top of a puppet street with a Panzer
A dubious offer is pure like the strings of gold
In this war there is no silver morning
The dues I get are for kicks
As my baby leaves me in my sleep
My eyes crack open like whips
My boss kicks my guts
When the **** cries to the break of light
You need to walk over my dead body
To feel my pain and bloodshed