Skywest and crooked
Twisted and strange as f**
Outside, the booky's
windowshopping for a change of luck
With love in our hearts
we've got it in spades
Skywest and crooked
You could have been the talk of the town
but the whole place stayed speechless
your upbringing brought you down
with love in our hearts
we've got it in spades
If we club together
with all the diamonds we've saved
we could look in our hearts and say
"We've got it in spades."
Skywest and crooked
so you're whole life's been a catastrophe?
But don't k** yourself, stupid
this ain't a dead poets' society
and with love in ours hearts
we've got it in spades
If we club together
with all the diamonds we've saved
we could look in our hearts and say
"We've got it in spades."
You can trust me...
Spoken
I have lived almost 50 years, and I've seen life as it is. Pain, misery, hunger, cruelty beyond belief. I've heard the singing in the taverns, and the moans from bundles of filth in the street. I've been a soldier, and watched my comrades fall in battle, or die more slowly under the lash in Africa. I've held them in my arms at the final moment. These were men who saw life as it is, yet they died despairing. No glory, no gallant last words, only their eyes filled with confusion, whimpering the question... "Why?" I do not think they asked why they were dying, but why they had ever lived.