Brodsky Tune Lyrics - Singles - Harket Morten

As you pour yourself a scotch 

Crush a roach or check your watch 

As your hands adjust your tie 

People die 

In the towns with funny names 

Hit by bullets, caught in flames 

By and large not knowing why 

People die 

And in small places you don't know of 

Yet big for having no chance to scream 

Or say Goodbye 

People die 

chorus: LA LA LA... 

Let me know... 

People die as you elect 

New apostles of neglect, self restraint 

Whereby people die too far off to practice love 

For thy neighbour, brother Slav 

Where your Cherubs dread to fly, 

People die 

chorus: LA LA lA... 

Let me know... 

While the statues disagree 

Cain's version, history for its fuel tends to buy 

Those who die 

As you watch the athlets score 

Or check your latest statement 

Or sing your child a lullaby 

People die 

Time, whose sharp, bloodthirsty quill 

Parts the killed from those who kill 

Will pronounce the latter tribe 

As your type