Song Description

A two-faced song, one with an aggressive war scene in the beginning and the sad aftermath of a battlefield tomorrow.

Lyrics

Sing me a song
From your car
Don't let the distance between us grow too far
Give them a laser show
With your gun
Don't let your inhibitions ruin the fun

It's an air raid, armed armada
Hold your breath, take your aim and fire
It's a respite, life fermata
Clench your teeth, close your eyes and fire

Don't throw your sweat-drenched towel
Into the ring
Don't let your anger go for anything
Carousing on turf that's surely
No turf of mine
There your men will all be waiting
Right on time

It's an air raid, armed armada
Hold your breath, take your aim and fire
It's a respite, life fermata
Clench your teeth, close your eyes and. . .
This is finality
Meet the brutality of our thoughts, our hearts,
Our words and our arms
I can see them coming through the window
My death's at the top of their agenda,
It's okay, it happens everyday

The sun's cooking the worms on the sidewalk,
The rain's drying up, along with your tears
You can't change the hearts of the bloodthirsty people
Engrained in their minds, throughout all of these years

Take lots and lots of pictures, take lots and lots of pictures...
Take lots and lots of pictures - don't let anyone else but me see them
Lots and lots of pictures, take lots and lots of pictures
Take lots and lots of pictures - don't let anyone else but me in them...