War Machine - Bill Fay

All the leaves are falling

where the hedgehogs hiding

and a bee buzzes by

makes me feel like crying

hear the song of warning

from the blackbird calling

the hills are alight

Feels like the first day of your life.

There's a hawk in the distance

He ain't praying for forgiveness

It's his nature to kill but mine isn't

But we all kill in ways that he doesn't

As we pay our taxes to the war machine

The War Machine.

Oh no. Won't always be the war machine.