Tell me can my eyes betray me?
Do they say how
I have never been mean
Never been as bad as it
Men have made the A-bombs
Men have made guns
The dreaded torture
And I know we were both too young
Way back when
And the lions ate the christians and the
Christians burned the
One day I will become
The father of a son
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Why should it be so bad to be bad,
When it´s
I could punch your face
When you say I'm good
Are you tired of being an object?
Or did you never
Well it’s been half a year
Since my ball was properly