LAND OF STRANGE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Welcome to the land of strange, where the only constant is change, I
hope you find what you need, because here the biggest charity is
greed, but the victims don’t seem to mind, the assailants are always so
kind, a smile will kill you quicker than a gun, it’s a slow painful death
but you cant say it wasn’t fun, pride is the best defense for the
offensive, but after a while these cheap trills get expensive.
Oh it’s a dime a dozen oh it’s a penny a pack, you cant get the jump
on a sneak attack, time is wounded tomorrow’s out of range, living day
to day in the land of strange.
Hope is all the hopeless can hope for, the ones that have more than
enough just want more, the same old problem what’s the newest
answer, it’s kind of like a common cold this common cancer, dead
from the neck up numb from the waist down, if you’ve got a solid
middle you can strike it rich in the boomtown, I don’t think this is what
they mean by living off the land, just pretend you do if you don’t
understand, throw down your weapon if you want to die like the brave,
pick up a shovel start digging your grave.
Oh it’s a dime a dozen oh it’s a penny a pack, don’t turn the other
cheek slap ‘em back, time is wounded tomorrow’s out of range, living
day to day in the lang of strange.
Even a blind man can still feel the warmth of the sun, even the many
are cast by the one, let not a word be uttered from a tongue to false to
tell, let not the dead leave the unborn the ruins of a living hell, we
always make split second decisions about a second to late, but man
need not face his destiny man can turn his back on fate, could a king
not want but for you to dance, could a man ask for more than another
chance, lets take this time bomb cut it off at the fuse, lets turn all this
waste into something we can use.
Could be one in a million a million to one, we must save our only
son,time is dead if tomorrow cannot change, and the dead bury the
living in the land of strange.