Strange Currencies: A Podcast For Songwriters

My body wakes at dawn Always obeys the first alarm I do what I’m told these days Automize to eliminate the doubt Rehearse the purpose they can't live without This is the kind of gig that pays Nobody’s in charge or wants the job We can’t elect a new god While still hauling biblical names World War pain They teach us to be sane When I train my sights on you It’s me being free World War pain What’s your favorite game? If you shoot me through the forehead Would you wonder what I dreamed? We’re each other’s targets tonight Only one will see the sunlight Seem to bless his lover’s eyes Soldiers don't question null Our local car was totally full Of political hacks parroting lies Do you also have empty night streets? Where distant traffic hums sweet relief From the vengeance born in our minds World War pain Has nothing to do with shame That’s for civilian life, where it is Essential to forgive World War pain Did you cauterize with flame? I wasted a second wondering If we’d let each other live