Can you make it your own |
| Can you take it by the throat |
| Make your own luck, learn the skills |
| Get in early for the kill |
It carries on |
Pick up the weapon |
| Marry it, give it your name |
| Define yourself by it |
| Take it down 'the disco |
Trigger happy, pulling power |
| Lady killer, take 'em out |
| See the weirdos on the hill |
| Come to get you if you stand still |
It carries on |
Somewhere in history you were wronged |
| Teach your children to bang the drum |
| Tell all your family, tell all your friends |
| Teach your brothers to avenge |
It carries on |
Or you could love |
| You could love |
Lie down in the flowers |
| In the blue of the air |
| Open your eyes |
| Why use up your life for anything else? |
| No need to fight for what everyone has |
| What do you need? |
| It's already there |
| It's already there |
You could love |
So he carried the stars in his pocket |
| Drank the sunrise till he was drunk |
| He embraced the angels |
| They swam like little minnows in his blood |
| Ghosts in his eyes |
| Out walking beside him |
| Laughing like children in his mind |
| They chanted his mantra together |
You could love |
They were happy |