A (P.M.)
1) There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
and a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon
And there's no one around to hear the lonesome cries
Then they pass away alone into the night
2)Well you've seen the disease, suffering and decay
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head
(Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head - Chorus (2) )
Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
Oh why do we pity the dead?
Oh why do we pity the dead? Pity the dead
Chorus(3)
Oh why do we pity the dead?
why do we pity the dead?
why do we pity the dead?
Pity the dead
Tell me what you see, tell me what you know
Is there anyone who lives a painless life?
If there is, show me so
The destitute and famished, demonic and the banished
( *) 2nd guitar plays E one octave higher and arpeggiated
dejected and the ostracized, the brainwashed and the paralyzed
( *) 2nd guitar plays E one octave higher and arpeggiated
the conquered and objectified, the few who see the other side
Tell me what you see
It's a mortal wretched cacophony - Let's go