All the leaves are falling
Where the hedgehogs hiding
And a bee buzzes by
Makes me feel like crying
Hear the song of warning
From the blackbird calling
The hills are alight
Feels like the first day of your life
There's a hawk in the distance
He ain't praying for forgiveness
It's his nature to k** but mine isn't
But we all k** in ways that he doesn't
As we pay our taxes to the war machine
The War Machine
Oh no, won't always be the war machine