What can I do I’m just a speck of dust
Born on a spy Wednesday that I can’t trust 
And do I really betray the saviour 
Or is it just something I pray for 
As I sit in St. Mel’s Cathedral 
And wonder if there is really a thing so evil 
As what we’ve been taught exists 
But I was flung into the mists 
And there was no option but to face the darkness
I give who I was a parting kiss
As I step out of her skin 
And into the one I’m walking in 
And I’m scared of death and revolution 
Because once an idea became a final solution 
That rested on the destruction
And some babies are born by suction 
As mothers die just to give life 
And women sacrifice to be someone’s wife 
And men on the front 
Call those they hate some kind of cunt 
As they get their guns ready to fire 
Will humanity ever tire
Of pulling the trigger 
As we only get bigger 
On a planet that stays the same size 
And people must show they’re having the time of their lives
Or they do not exist 
And is it any wonder that I’m pissed
Or that we have a crisis of suicide 
When it means so little to be alive 
The price that hangs above our head
So vapid that some would rather be dead 
Than face into the storm I choose to weather
And wouldn’t we all rather be lying in the heather 
Soaking in the moor 
But the poor 
Echo in my mind
And ask me not to leave them behind 
And wealth is not a measure of riches 
So I just kick it with my bitches 
And find a way to keep what is precious in me 
Even if it means that I don’t let anyone see
The cog that turns my wheel 
Must I repeat, don’t be ruled by what you feel 
In the age of Iraq
And an atrocity you cannot take back 
Not as hard as you try 
There are those who send the wounded to die 
As a salve for what they need to do 
And I passed a homeless man who had not one but two 
Limbs amputated 
And I may be educated
But I can never know how that feels
And something in me just reels 
As the veteran sings 
And thanks me heartily for the things
I give to him 
Money and a smile but how could a country win 
When we are one humanity 
And consciousness knows only one way to be 
And that is to embrace the other 
For every man is my brother 
And holds my empty hands
As the hourglass is spilling sands 
Onto an eternal beach 
What does Earth School teach? 

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