Brodsky Tune — Morten Harket
As you pour yourself a scotch Crush a roach or check your watch As your hands adjust your tie people die
In the towns with funny names Hit by bullets, caught in flames By and large not knowing why people die
And in small places you don't know of Yet big for having no chance to scream Or say good-bye people die
La la... Let me know
People die as you elect New apostles of neglect, self restraint Whereby people die Too far off to practice love For thy neighbour, brother Slav Where your cherubs dread to fly people die
La la... Let me know
While the statues disagree Cain's version, history for its fuel Tends to buy Those who die
As you watch the atletes score Or check your latest statement Or sing your child a lullaby people die
Time, whose sharp, bloodthirsty quill Parts the killed from those who kill Will pronounce the latter tribe As your type