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lyrics
WHEN CHILDREN ARE CHILDREN
When children are children they play at war
But children are childish it’s what childhood’s for
But when children grow up how some of the fools
Carry on living their wars against bulls
Ah but why should I care
When I’m not the one
Being tortured to death
For some stockbrokers fun
But there’s something inside me
So hates and despises
The pleasure you take from the pain
To think we’ve evolved for a million years
Is this really all we have come to
It’s not so much that you do it at all
It’s more the fact that you want to
When children are children they play at war
But children are childish it’s what childhood’s for
But when children grow up how some of them cling
To watching men boxing their wars in the ring
Ah but why should I care
Life can’t be much fun
If watching men fight
In their pants turns you on
But there’s something inside me
So hates and despises
The pleasure you take from the pain
To think we’ve evolved for a million years
Is this really all we have come to
It’s not so much that you do it at all
It’s more the fact that you want to
When children are children they play at war
But children are childish it’s what childhood’s for
But when children grow up the retards and runts
Carry on fighting with their local hunts
Ah but why should I care
For some mangey fur ball
I wear leather boots
And eat meat after all
But there’s something inside me
So hates and despises
The pleasure you take from the pain
And when I see you so smug I could beat you to hell
And I know it’s the same race we belong to
It’s not so much that I’d do it at all
It’s more sometimes that I want to
A hushed and low-lit EP from this Melbourne musician, where dreamlike melodies drift across a bed of tender guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2023