All that living is easy
And the fighting is over
When the fighting is over
Should the living be easy?
Breakfast now on the saviour
The soldier's tales of an infant
I see the flames in the distance
He passed his head as he tells me, when you carve your name in,
my face blue and gasping,
crave a higher attention,
oh you shouldn't do that.
Oh, the river is hostile,
but I still drive across there.
And if I leave my cross there, leave my
FIFA and memory,
When I turn my face to the tell -tale horizon,
I hear the screams that curdle soldiers' blood.
Oh, you shouldn't do that.
In the night in my kitchen, I could hear my meat sighing,
saying hey high -class butcher,
Well, we save our kids from this culture
We were asked here for dinner
But which side of the table?
The side of beef, not the kit chen
Oh, you shouldn't do that
All the living is easy
Is that easy worth living?
Yes, it's all so foregoing
So forgive and forget it
It's not that you can't
have it.
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