Friday, January 12, 2007

Read Through The Centuries

Can't read through the centuries
Lock me down
And keep me safe
Padlock my brain
Tell me you'll keep it free
Wait for the tide
It will be yours
Eventually
Eventuallly
Everything will be yours
Because there will be nothing left
To divide up amongst us
There is no way of knowing
Of predicting the victor
And to the victor go the spoils
And the spills
And the barbed wire pills
To the victor go the history books
To write the story as he sees fit
There is no truer truth
Than the one written
From the end of a gun
On the tip of a bullet
Is all the truth
You will ever need to deny
All wrapped up
In a bottle of gin