Building Better Bombs - Body Bag lyrics

Goodbye little sister Good to mother and stepdad I'm of to end up in prison I'm sick of being imprisoned Goodbye to my little finger Goodbye to my own vision For what it could have been To little sister, mother and stepdad I'm sick of this story Sure I might go down in glory And not your son in a body bag To my little finger, to my vision What could have been that was just a dream Bring your head down from the clouds Good bye to all we know Goodbye creativity Goodbye possibility Bring your head down from the clouds That was just a dream Bye bye human history Goodbye to my enemies Goodbye to all humanity Never stood a chance We didn't f**ing ask for this