You shouldn’t have been there
You shouldn’t have stayed
It wasn’t yours to take
It wasn’t yours to break
Your legacy is hate
You feed it to your kids
Almost everyday
Sprinkled on their flakes
And mixed in their drinks
You speak of peace
But all you preach is hate
In a game of chess
Death doesn’t matter
God will clean up the mess
Isn’t that right?
Isn’t that rawhide?
You’re a bunch of hypocrites
With books, psalms; old limericks
Killing for bits of land
where the ancient used to stand
Can’t stop believing
This mantra in my head
Are you the one messiah
Can you make us all go mad?
How to drink a stone
And blow air into our bones?
Can you go and find me horror
And help me kill my brother?
You shouldn’t have been there
You shouldn’t have stayed
It wasn’t yours to take
It wasn’t yours to break
You’re writing your graffiti
On the skulls of our dead
You’re pissing in our kitchens
And aiming for our heads
In a game of chess
Death doesn’t matter
Cause God will clean up the mess
Isn’t that right
Isn’t that right
Isn’t that rawhide
Isn’t that right
Isn’t that right
Isn’t that rawhide
The latest from Earth Girl Helen Brown swings from spritely synthpop to smoky interstellar groovers to far-out lounge. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2018