ooooh ooooh ooooh
ooooh ooooh ooooh
All these inanimate places feel like they're changing,
the kids are lined up on the wall like they're ready to die,
songs like ?!?!?!?!?, it's like they just rearrange them,
we were caged up like animals questioned and ready to cry,
cos i was just thirteen when i got my first taste of danger,
standing by the church, i had a bottle and a pen in my hand,
well, i said father i'm sorry, i just don't know what to do with this anger,
but this behaviour is correctable, i know this wasn't part of your plan,
but little fucks like us, we were always preceding instruction,
you could burn our clothes,
you could wash out the ink and the dye,
but you cant look me in the eye and say you don't feel like a little destruction,
and the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die,
and the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die,
ooooh ooooh ooooh
ooooh ooooh ooooh
all these days just seem like they're getting longer,
the view from my room is a gloomy and overcast grey,
the weakness we left behind seems to be getting stronger,
i swear there's something in the air, and i dont know what anyone could say, cos i saw the news this morning there was another boy by the side of the orad he had a gun in his hand, and i thought well what could you say to make it ever make sense to his mother,
oh, mam he was excitable, we were just trying to make him a man, but the day will come when it falls like a cheap house of plastic,
and the cards we were dealt were tssed like a storm in the sky,
cos you can only lie for so long before you get something drastic,
and the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die,
and the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die,
ooooh ooooh ooooh
ooooh ooooh ooooh
