Tell me why you came here, squatting around a Game-Gear like Sega never died
We met inside a war-zone, you said "Let's fuck the Ozone" but boy, that hole's too wide
You goose-step 'round the garden singing "Sap I bleed is hardening, no tree can break my stoic stride
I'm as giddy as a baby in a centrifuge
It's hard"
And we can argue that our planet's best, don't ring your brother 'cause there's no contest
I'm sure you'll make a decent father
There's a world war coming in
Oh the seasons I've been worrying
You drown a fly and murmur; "The Vatican was firmer, when I was back in school
And we used spray-tan in the trenches now, the problem with the French is how they won't admit they're fools
And you never tell me anything, you never tell me anything, I can't remember dates and times
And I'm sorry for the years I was a shipwreck boy
It's hard"
I want to tell you that it means so much
I want to tell you that it means so much
I'm sure you'll make a decent father
There's a world war coming in
Oh the years that I've been worrying
Oh, I'd rather dash myself upon the rocks, than see you waste away your days with clocks
In every corner of your parent's home
And there's no world war coming in, all the reasons I've been worrying
Just forget the parts you'll never need, all these things I'll tell you when you wake up
Make a child, a child, a forest
Make a child, make a child, make a forest
