Fight for Tomorrow

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The Roar

The Roar is a 2008 post-apocalyptic novel for children by British author Emma Clayton. It was published by Chicken House Publishing. more »

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I will wash my hands with your brains
If you tread upon my ground
I've got a right to be here just as much as you
I speak the truth
And I'll treat you like you treat me
So respect my right to breathe
Knowing you'll get yours
As long as I get peace

But this Caspian depression
Knows not what it does to me
It bears the truth the scars
The wounds and memories
Beginning life with you way down
In the trench of Marianas
When we stepped from silver water
And found the minds that slipped away

So please
Don't let it come to this
For if you must insist
The bells of mourning war will ring
And I'll wash my hands with your brains
In damnatio memoriae
Let us one day be able to sing

Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy, spite the cannibal I am
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy on the Plains of Abraham

I've replaced all of my instincts
With neurotic impulse streetlamps
But I've found a primal number I can roll
Born of lake-effected smokestack dirt
That pulls the pines down to the earth
I'm nothing but a complicated animal

Still my girl can't sleep at night
Can you undo what you have done
Does a woman need a weapon
Does a girl need a gun
Hush pretty baby, don't worry about a thing
I'm gonna buy you a 9 milli
And if that Glocked-up bird does sing
Survival of the fittest gonna mean something

So please
Don't let it come to this
For if you must insist
The bells of mourning war will ring
And I'll wash my hands with your brains
In damnatio memoriae
Let us one day be able to sing

Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy, spite the cannibal I am
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy on the Plains of Abraham

I try to find some empathy
I try to find some truth
Every time that I get close to you
I'll tell you what you do
You storm the walls of Troy
And you take up all their loot
And you board it in a battery in the Berlin Zoo

Even though I love you all
Sometimes you make me fucking crazy
You wear me down with no civility
But I'll give it one more day
Before I throw myself away
Praying on that day that we will finally sing

Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy, though a cannibal I am
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy
Wild was our mercy on the Plains of Abraham

The fight for tomorrow
Save the fight for tomorrow
And we'll live and let all live
No matter how the boughs may sway
No effigies, just you and me
Baptism by the righteous flame
And I'll wash my hands of your brains
Live to die another day

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