Songs:The Widow's Son (How We Came To Afghanistan) (133895)
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You will sever the last of your ties once you see where they've led you As your student who picks all your fights cannot stay to defend you Your brother’s name rings through your head as if it's worth something So you throw up your hood and pretend that they'll all second guess you But your friends cannot help you They will all lie with winners Who will drown in their pools Out swam by beginners And their flesh will turn cold so to touch them would cause you to freeze Your laugh used to rise with the tide now it's so discreet And you've lowered your mirrors and incessantly stare at your feet The villain you have waited for now raises hell at your doorway As the corner men call out the hour at the foot of your street And the news comes in color And it comes by the hour To remind you there are people Living up in those towers And they're fearing the worst But it's love that's been shaking their knees There was a call to the hillside but the banner was torn There was a chance of redemption but the heir was not born Your animal listeners are boldly marching through To the bridge they built right over you , Mama The bridge they built right over you To the heart of betrayal there’s a key that was never your virtue The beast on your trail has been warned it is only to hurt you As the world comes to terms with the eyes that now stare in your absence The mothers or peril hope their lies can find forms to turn into Your followers are drifting They once were so many Call out to them now Are there any The antagonist swears you’ll awake But really, how can he? I was alone in the distance when they brought you to kneel I did not see what you have seen I do not feel how you feel I don’t want to walk on you but they’re bleeding me too On the bridge they built right over you, Mama The bridge they built right over you Now you are dead and your children are growing up useless The crew at your funeral speak of rain as if they could choose it The parlor maid calls to the priest who is unnerved from drinking Could you please shut the door so I don’t have to hear all that music The best kill is acknowledged By free grazing losers They beg when they want They are still choosers They’re waiting in line for their bow Like all of your users What’s left of all nature allows is now at its peak The actors and waifs choose their vows from words you would speak An apology slipped through the cries while no one was listening And the last witness to your demise holds the truth in it’s beak Farewell prayers rise above you but they do not take form Your last chain of resistance it was gentle and warm Their victory plague is spreading from the avenue To the bridge they built right over you, Mama The bridge they built right over you Copyright © 2000 Moses and the Willow (SESAC)
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