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Oh, my broken lamb I worry when you cry Baby's gonna fetch ya Horses in the sky Though dead hands ring the garden And these are violent times And violence brings more violence And liars bring more lies Though we were born defeated Worried, tired and scared And monsters build mean robots Launching rockets into the air And the wealth of our nations Fed on angel blood And our cities shot with moneyed schemes Built on twigs and mud And our schools look like prisons And our prisons look like malls And downtown's just a sick parade Where no one cares at all And our heroes all died crazy SongtexteBroken, poor or shot Let's celebrate their tragedy And sanctify the loss And manifest the daydream Like those who failed before And glorify our small attempts And hate ourselves no more Blow words between this sucker's teeth And bind these panicked hands Lose your heart like a clumsy bell Please be well Please be well Please be well Please be well Please be well... And all I true love Is the light in my sister's darling eyes... Aus Songtexte Mania