Drums and Guns

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Pretty People

All the soldiers
They're all gonna die
All the little babies
They're all gonna die
All the poets
And all the liars
And all you pretty people
You're all gonna die

Belarus

To my mouth
Frozen shut
Mother's son
Paper cup
Belarus
Belarus
Belarus
Belarus
Pressing light
Brighter sound
Black and white
Fading now
Belarus
Belarus
Belarus
Belarus

Breaker

Our bodies break
And the blood just spills and spills
But here we sit debating math
It's just a shame
My hand just kills and kills
There's gotta be an end to that
There's gotta be an end to that

Dragonfly

We took our pills
It changed the world
We had our fill
But when we realized
That we were dragonflies
We knew we had to try to find a way to get more pills
Maybe you're right
Maybe you're right
Oh dragonfly
Your thousand eyes
What do they see?
The lines of history
Some things should never be
Why do we even try?
There's no such thing as dragonfly pills
Maybe you're right
Maybe you're right
Oh dragonfly
Maybe you're right

Sandinista

Where would you go
If the gun fell in your hand
Home to the kids or to sympathetic friends
Oh Sandinista
Oh Sandinista
Oh Sandinista, take my side
Deep through the clouds
Hear them marching up slowly
Fresh with the blood
Of your fathers, so holy
Oh Sandinista
Oh Sandinista
Oh Sandinista, take my side
Take my side

Always Fade

Come clean and off with your head
The streams of bright rosy red
Your heart will do the rest
And you'll always fade
You'll always fade
Someday you'll change
But you'll always fade
Cut free the weight on your neck
The screams, the clutching of breast
So sorry bout the mess
But you'll always fade
Someday you'll change
But you'll always fade

Dust on the Window

Dust on the window
The sun's darkened angle
Write your initials with mine
At this time tomorrow
I'll be just one day closer
One sunset further behind
In the morning I'll make up my mind
Always a whisper
Worthless and tender
A break in my arm that won't heal
You lie like a shadow
Your breath on my pillow
You won't let me keep what I steal
Tell me where can a girl get a meal?

Hatchet

You be my Charlie
And I can be your George
Let's bury the hatchet like the Beatles and the Stones
They'll play our songs forever on the radio
Let's bury the hatchet like the Beatles
The Beatles and the Stones
I know you've got a thing for ordinary guys
But I've heard your records and they sound a lot like mine
So you be my Marianne, and I'll be your Yoko
Let's bury the hatchet like the Beatles
The Beatles and the Stones
Like the Beatles
The Beatles and the Stones

Your Poison

I've spent a lot of time
Good people
Trying to make it rhyme
Good people
It gave my mind a little place to hide
If you don't like my lines
Good people
You better open wide
Good people
Call the chief, it has become my belief that your tongue is the weapon
You cut what you reap with your poison
Your poison
Your poison
Your poison

Take Your Time

So she waits on the edges of the mattress
What it takes to get a bad mess out of a bad dress
When she sings it's like a blue dove on a whipping post
When she speaks she thanks the good lord for the holy ghost
Take your time sweet thing
Take your time
Take your time sweet thing
Take your time

In Silence

They put the treasure deep inside us
Inside us
Inside us
They thought the desert would divide us
Divide us
Divide us
With silence
With silence
With silence
With silence
They filled our hearts and hands with violence
With violence
With violence
It's time to leave the fields behind us
Behind us
Behind us
In silence
In silence
In silence
In silence
In silence
In silence
In silence

Murderer

One more thing before I go
One more thing I'll ask you, lord
You may need a murderer
Someone to do your dirty work
Don't act so innocent
I've seen you pound your fists into the earth
And I've read your books
Seems that you could use another fool
Well, I'm cruel
And I look right through
You must have more important things to do
So if you need a murderer
Someone to do your dirty work

Violent Past

All I can do is fight
Even if I know you're right
All I can do is fight
Pretty fingers holding fast
Maybe it's your violent past
Maybe it's your violent past
All you can do is hide
God bless the darkness of the night
All you can do is hide
Pretty fingers, the golden calf
Maybe it's your violent past
Maybe it's your violent past
Maybe it's the violet path
Maybe it's your violent past
Maybe it's the violet path
Maybe it's your violent past