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Butterflies

 

Butterflies

(albüm: Another Year Of The Same Old Shit - 1984)


Watching a butterfly
Move over moorland
So pretty and colourful
Wings catch the sun
Such simple beauty attracting a mate
For creation of life
For the cycle to carry on
To carry on
Contrast the bomber that turns in the sky
Ugly and lifeless and serving no purpose
Save war
And the politics of war
What are wings for?
They borrowed nature's skill
And taught it how to kill
How to kill
So crossing their bypass?? and crossing their purpose
The butterfly shadowed by bomber above
Alone and distracted and thus unaware
Of the butterfly collector
A butterfly collector
A butterfly collector
A butterfly collector

"Hehe, well I'm outraged..."

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