Song Description

Compassion

Lyrics

I had my gun, my knife, my first-aid kit
I was a soldier, a fighter, issued by my government
When I killed my first man, it hurt me just a bit
It was long ago, but it still tears me apart
So I reach for my spoon and my turniquette
But it does no good for my bleeding heart
My bleeding heart, my bleeding heart, my bleeding heart

Trailer park mom gives birth in the gutter
Back home in time to make the twins a Fluffer-Nutter
Welfare board says they may have to cut her
They studied it well with tables and charts
They concluded they need more guns, less butter
But I was one clerk with a bleeding heart
A bleeding heart, a bleeding heart, a bleeding heart

Let's all go fishing in the river of thought
Don't need a license for whatever you've caught
Bring it back to your loved ones, so that they may be taught
Let's bleed a little easier, so it's not all for naught

As a Nazi officer, I must follow my orders
It'll mean my own death if I defy headquarters
But, after a while, you get tired of the slaughters
I couldn't hate my life more, so before I depart
Let me save just this one mother and her daughters
Then maybe that'll stop my bleeding heart
My bleeding heart, my bleeding heart, my bleeding heart