Παρασκευή, Φεβρουαρίου 15, 2008

death is a job

I'm running across an intersection
To avoid the bullet of a sniper
From the hill when I walk straight into some photographers
Oh well, they're doing their job, in deep cover
If a bullet hit me they'd get a shot
Worth so much more than my life
That I'm not even sure who to hate
The sniper or the monkey with the Nikon

Life has been narrowed down completely
Reduced to gestures... Death is a job!
For the Chetniks I'm just a simple target
But those others only confirm my utter helplessness
And even want to take advantage of it

It's a man with a newspaper on his head on the street with the sniper
In Sarajevo, death is a job for all of them...

Charming Hostess - Death Is A Job
[album: Sarajevo Blues, 2004]

 
 
 
 
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