作曲 : Matthew Parmenter
There's a stain on the wall
Where a spider once crawled
And now we must deal with the mess
But the shoe called the truce
On it's sole dries the juice
And the stain proves the sins yet confessed
There's a spot on his lungs
Where the cells are high strung
And he's fearing he might be demoted
We don't care who you work for
When demand's in supply
On a cadillac posed in the neighbor's backyard
We rely
There's a gardener's tool
In the church swimming pool
The puncture is sealed by it's presence
Though the bishop is wise
Water drains while he tries
For the silver is man's repentence
We don't care who you pray to
Once the money comes through
If you know what you're here for
Then it's here for you too
You can control what he lets you control
What you move moves not by your hand
There's an eternal eye that oversees the wheels roll
For no hand can alter what he's planned
In a dark alleway
There's a child with a blade
And he's hearing your footsteps approaching
Though you hold your head high
When you're stabbed you will die
For your life to the knife means nothing
There's a soldier lying dead
In a field splashed with red
But he's wearing the enemy's colors
We don't care who you die for
We don't care if you die
We don't care what you say
What you think, what you are
What you try
We don't care if you're happy
We don't care if you're known
Once the payments are made
We don't care if you die
All alone