SHOT TO PIECES
What fine judgement I see
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
if it hadn't been shot to pieces
Shot to pieces
What secret music do I hear
upon the drums of my ear
What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
if it hadn't been shot to pieces
Shot to pieces
What secret music do I hear
upon the drums of my ear
What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn
