is a master to serve without question or real consequence, so they forge their weapons, and they hammer their plowshares into swords, waiting for the final goodbye
god is a master to serve without question or real consequence, so they forge their weapons, and they hammer their plowshares into swords, waiting for the final goodbye
And so I've said too much and not enough And so the play is finally at an end You never had the care to call my bluff And so I must be pleased to be your
Goodbye And so I've said too much and not enough And so the play is finally at an end You never had the care to call my bluff, and so I must be pleased
