WINCH THE KILLER
(the only thing that should be killed is killing itself. That's what this song is about. Either side of the coin in war is wrong).
I hear the saw go
Ripping through his head
I see the seas crawl
Moaning like the dead
I hear the children crying
“Daddy’s not coming home”
Prize of your sister
Knitting in the walls
Kiss of your lover
Wet along the travel of her call
When your leader promised
Heaven from the master plan
N.A. to Pakistan
Blades from German lands
Life ain’t worth a damn
In our hands
Thirty seconds
To steal away his mind
Uniform broken
Upon the banks of the pines
Wishing, waiting
For the next sound of the chimes
It’s been a trophy
A career in the blood
Confidential
Deep in the flood
Now your bald head
Sits on the mantle
Of another man
N.A. to Pakistan
Blades from German lands
Life ain’t worth a damn
In my hands
Trigger and the rolling dice
Murder in the plain disguise
Let us all reunite under the light
Winch the killer, winch the killer
Winch the killer
2005 Leger Music |
