As you pour yourself a scotch
Crush a roach or check your watch
As your hands adjust your tie people die
In the towns with funny names
Hit by bullets, caught in flames
By and large not knowing why people die
And in small places you don't know of
Yet big for having no chance to scream
Or say good-bye
La la la la la la la la oh
La la la la la la la la oh la la oh
Let me know
Let me know
People die as you elect
New apostles of neglect, self restraint
Whereby people die
Too far off to practice love
For thy neighbour, brother Slav
Where your cherubs dread to fly
La la la la la la la oh la la la oh
La la la la la la la la oh la la oh
Let me know
While the statues disagree
Cain's version, history for its fuel tends to buy
Those who die
As you watch the athletes score
Or check your latest statement
Or sing your child a lullaby
Time, whose sharp, bloodthirsty quill
Parts the killed from those who kill
Will pronounce the latter tribe
Will pronounce the latter tribe
As your type
La la la la la la la la oh la la la oh
La la la la la la la la oh la la la oh
Let me know