A woman’s mind
Sometimes the words you say,
Cross the lines of the boundaries laid,
And you just have to crawl back in your hole,
Sometimes the words you’ve said,
Find a permanent corner in her head,
And she can never seem to let them go,
Sometimes the things you do,
She has the sense to see through you,
So you just crawl back in your hole,
Sometimes when you think,
She puts at the bottom of her heap,
You’ll never get back and that’s something you’ll always know,
A woman’s mind,
Who understands?
Complicated to every man,
No book, no song, no rhyme will tell you so,
A woman’s mind is underrated,
Complexed and so complicated,
No song, no book, no rhyme can ever show
You think your right,
She knows your wrong,
You think you’re smart,
Not in her world,
So you just crawl back in your hole,
She’ll never say what you want,
But if you forget, then behold,
And you should just crawl back in your hole,
CHORUS
You think your right,
She knows your wrong,
You think you’re smart,
Not in her world,
So you just crawl back in your hole,
All the children,
All the children are leaving,
No more games for them left to play,
All the teachers,
The teachers have no more teaching,
All the teachers have nothing to say,
All the cars,
The cars have stopped moving,
The road is clear, nothing in there way,
All the lights,
All the lights have stopped working,
So know has the right of way,
The end of the world,
The end of the line,
The bridge was not crossed,
The papers were not signed,
The end of the world,
The end of the line,
The apocalypse is here,
We’ve ran out of time,
All the people,
All the people have gone,
They all ran for cover, but cover was none?
All the music,
All the music has ceased,
The band is not playing if there is no peace,
All the church bells,
All the church bells are rung,
There’s no one to hear, apocalypse sun,
All the mothers,
All the mothers have fled,
No point in running when the children are dead,
CHORUS
There’s children dying here,
Their mother’s crying,
Her world is just fear,
There’s people dying today,
Their worlds surrounded,
Without any escape,
Soldiers having some fun,
You know the enemy,
When they’ve started to run,
Count the bodies’ then leave,
Inflate the numbers,
So the generals are pleased,
Body counts is all we need,
Body counts keep the media pleased,
Body counts they have no name,
Body counts inflated their pay,
All they wanted was body counts
Count them off, don’t count them on,
Will lose some as we fly along,
Don’t count them on, count them off,
In the sky, their gonna be lost,
Just keep the numbers high,
Please keep the numbers high,
When the rotors start to get bored,
Don’t stand in there way,
Don’t hit the floor,
Don’t run for the bushes,
Don’t run for the trees,
Don’t hold your hands high,
Just sink to your knees,
You won’t get up anymore,
CHORUS
There’s children dying here,
Her world is just fear,
Their worlds surrounded,
Don’t hit the floor,
Don’t run for the trees,
Just sink to your knees,