[Intro: Wyclef Jean]. Yo Serj, pass me that lighter. Yeah... yeah, yeah!. . [Serj] Flowers, smiling through the battlefield!. . [Verse One: Wyclef Jean].
Here I am. A young man. Come and get me if you can. Up in my room covered in flames. Meet me at the cinema. You can take me in your car. I'll lie in the back and stare at the planes.
I want to die for your (plural) terror. I want to die for your fear. I want to die for your life. I want to die for your life. . I want to die for your terror.
Well, I, I, wanna fly, fly. On the wings, wings of summer. But you, you put your eyes. You put your eyes on mine. . Go, perfect your fall. And no matter what.
One autumn you once said to me. There's too much stuff around. The bus groaned along. You put your hand upon the window. The town. And I thought. You look just fine to me.
Weave on sisters of the night. On your loom of pain,. Try and stitch the darkness through the light. Weave on property and crime, the wars and waste. Give our souls a break from the hunger,.
We don't need your democracy. Execute them kindly for me. Take them by their filthy nostrils. Put them up in doggy hostels. . We don't need your hypocrisy.
When doors of hope open. To illuminate silence. Release us to the Utopians. Let go of your resistance. As sex scandals dictate. The winding road of realpolitik.
Nothing like a tyrant's gratitude. His kindness knows the words unspoken. His Highness knows crash you cry. He feels you in his bones. . Nothing like a tyrant's gratitude.
Stop by a nightmare on a dark road today. Such a wind through his white hair,. Such a grin on his face.. His eyes were like distance and he bore into mine..
The visceral application of death in your own (applications). Your own time (time). The wedges of strength lie beyond you. . Discover What it is that you need....