Roy Harper - October The 12th lyrics
[Roy Harper - October The 12th lyrics]
Why throw flowers on my grave when I'm dead?
Why paint pictures of with the
Blood that I shed
Why try to copy any word of what I said
When I hated you all when I was living
Why do I waste time trying to create
Why do I still try to communicate
When you do nothing save coagulate
Making bad pretenses of pretending
Why do just sit around counting the days
Why do you act in so many fickle ways
Why does it take all your types
To make this world rotate
When almost all of you are hardly breathing?
And who can tell me what religion is for?
And which idiot thinks that a
Religion is any more
Than just another product of
That same religious soul
That flows through time as
Through a retching body?
How can you ban the bomb
Without first you ban the war
How can you ban the war
Without first you ban the peace
Why does someone talk of peace
And someone else of war
When each one is a product of the other
And how many immortals did you ever see
And how many gods do you think there can be
And how much leaning post do you
Need before you find the tree
Is dead and just about to fall upon you
How'd you go through living
Without seeing yourself
And how can you see yourself
By searching someone else
And keeping someone's nightmare of a
Place he labeled hell
Not knowing how to live life without fearing
You teach the children fear to
Gain some easy applause
Instead of teaching fact you feed
Them all on Santa Claus
Slowly their poor minds are
Disillusioned by your laws
Is goodness hard to come by without lying
Why do I sit here and sing you this song
Why have I worried about people for so long
I think you're all right and
It's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living
Why do I sit here and sing you this song
Why have I worried about people for so long
I think you're all right and
It's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living
I think you're all right and
It's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was living
Why paint pictures of with the
Blood that I shed
Why try to copy any word of what I said
When I hated you all when I was living
Why do I waste time trying to create
Why do I still try to communicate
When you do nothing save coagulate
Making bad pretenses of pretending
Why do just sit around counting the days
Why do you act in so many fickle ways
Why does it take all your types
To make this world rotate
When almost all of you are hardly breathing?
And who can tell me what religion is for?
And which idiot thinks that a
Religion is any more
Than just another product of
That same religious soul
That flows through time as
Through a retching body?
How can you ban the bomb
Without first you ban the war
How can you ban the war
Without first you ban the peace
Why does someone talk of peace
And someone else of war
When each one is a product of the other
And how many immortals did you ever see
And how many gods do you think there can be
And how much leaning post do you
Need before you find the tree
Is dead and just about to fall upon you
How'd you go through living
Without seeing yourself
And how can you see yourself
By searching someone else
And keeping someone's nightmare of a
Place he labeled hell
Not knowing how to live life without fearing
You teach the children fear to
Gain some easy applause
Instead of teaching fact you feed
Them all on Santa Claus
Slowly their poor minds are
Disillusioned by your laws
Is goodness hard to come by without lying
Why do I sit here and sing you this song
Why have I worried about people for so long
I think you're all right and
It's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living
Why do I sit here and sing you this song
Why have I worried about people for so long
I think you're all right and
It's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living
I think you're all right and
It's me that's all wrong
And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was living
And I hated myself when I was living