Owen Pallett - Soldiers Rock Lyrics
Out on a bicycle your reflection left behindA fast-moving target is harder to definePedalling fast and energized by the stolen vodka and triple secWheels spurting up the flecks of mud on your blue jeans and your turtleneckI'm out on a bicycle feeling God is on my sideMy mother didn't believe in discipline or the Unconscious MindSleep, whenever I sleep alone I dream I dream in black, of ancestral screamingFight, we fight one another every afternoon, we bathe we bathe each other in the eveningPick up pick up your tiny arm, put it round put it round the shoulder of your motherPick up pick up your tiny arm, put it round put it round the shoulder of your motherSomewhere between the road and the ever darkening skyThe greediest of our hearts will not be satisfiedAs it is said by the occupants who rally on the outer steps of ParliamentSo it is said confidentially by the men and women working in the government:Pick up pick up the bayonet, run it through run it through the stomach of your brotherPick up pick up the bayonet, run it through run it through the stomach of your brotherPick up pick up your bloody arm, put it round put it round the shoulder of your loverPick up pick up your bloody arm, put it round put it round the shoulder of your lover
