Would you run for the shores
if we dropped bombs on the top of your homes?
Would you run for the streets
if we dropped bombs at the soles of your feet, soles of your feet?
Maybe there is comfort
in these thoughts you hold
This is how things go
Will they miss you?
Will they love you?
Probably more than you'll ever know
You're in the devil's playground
where the devil came down to topple you all
It's the place where the devil lay bare
to take your children and scatter their bones
Well maybe there is comfort
in these thoughts you hold
This is how things go
Will they miss you?
Will they love you?
Probably more than you'll ever know