From the recording Tourist
Lyrics
We sit around laughing
And stuffing our face
Dropping bombs on children
Goodbye, blue Monday
Are we even still human
Or is this what that means?
Got a nature for killing
We got blood on our teeth
Should be able to smile
And spend time with our friends
Haven't done that in a while
We're just playing pretend
When that blood like a river
Settles into the earth
We will cradle our own babies
We will measure their worth
What the hell are we doing
Where the hell do we go
Marked in shame by our silence
We should reap what we sew
On the eve of Friendsgiving
We got all that we need
In the firmament, lighting
In our everything, greed