Say It with Flowers - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving

Across the shifty sands to the wall

By the time I get to read them

She’ll be rising

To a fifty/fifty chance

And nothing more

WAR!

Through the sleet and drizzle

You can hear the sound of soldiers

The Kalashnikov and splutter

On a sunny day

From the east and middle

To the north and south and nowhere

People earn their bread and butter

In some funny ways

WAR!

Meanwhile…

In the corridors of power

Where the talks are in full swing

If you can’t say it with flowers

Than don’t say anything

I want to see my children

Grow up in to healthy human beings

I wanna see them walking, running

Playing, laughing, and singing

WAR!

In the corridors of power

Where the talks are in full swing

If you can’t say it with flowers

Than don’t say anything

I’m just outside the home of Christmas now

And I’m dying

All across the shifty sands

There’s blood and guts

By the time I get to Jesus

She’ll still be crying

I guess a fifty/fifty chance

Wasn’t good enough