You tell me that I over analyse
I should accept that the sky is blue
I say YOU TELL ME I over analyse
That I should accept the sky is blue.
She was standing in the line
Baby crying at the time
so she went to the woman at the desk
To see when she would be next
She told her to get back in the line
Or she wouldn’t get paid
That ruined most of her plans for the day…
What did she do to get spoken to that way?
He was a kid
Started boxing to get rid
Of the pain that he hid
He changed his life around
Then in moments his life was taken away
People are still talking about it today
People put down your knives
Stop taking lives.
He was a father a brother and carpenter
But he lost his job in a split second
They found his body on the Monday morning
He was a homeless mystery.
And you tell me to accept that the sea is the sea
You tell me to accept that the sky is blue
The sand is the sand and the grass is the grass
But I don’t accept that this suffering should last.