Have a Nice Life - Swords to Plowshares lyrics
[Have a Nice Life - Swords to Plowshares lyrics]
Oaths that you never swore
To reject all of which could help you out
Forever strained against the tides
Everywhere you go
Tired arms swept away to God knows where
This is a living irony
This is a living irony a living irony
You would be quite the blast
If you weren't so sad
And you could bring about the
Last days if you asked
We will all see each other
In this hell you know
So don’t, don't, don't, don’t, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't be redundant
(Don’t, don’t, don't, don’t, don't
Don't, don't, don’t, don't, be)
These horns will trumpet your last days
All your caskets and trebuchets
We'll be hopeless in the pure face
Of music played by the true faith
These horns are playing the last song
You'll ever hear, so remember
The words we're singing forever
"Rebuild, we dare you, we dare you"