PLAYING AS CHILDREN
AT ROBBERS AND COPS
FIGHTING THE BAD
THE GOOD CAME OUT TOPS,
DREAMING OF SOLDIERS
AND GOING TO WAR
WE DREAMED OF THE GLORY
NOT OF THE GORE,
WITH BOWS AND ARROWS
OR GUN IN HAND
WE’D KILL OFF THE BADDIES
THROUGHOUT OUR LAND,
KILLING MEANT NOTHING
AS ONLY BAD DIED
DAY AFTER DAY
THE GOOD MEN SURVIVED,
AS WE GREW UP
WE CHANGED OUR GAMES
DIFFERENT IDEALS
DIFFERENT AIMS,
AND NOW I’M MUCH OLDER
THE KILLING GOES ON
BUT THAT’S NOT MY HAND
THAT’S NOW ON THE GUN,
REALITY NOW IS
ANYONE DIES
THE GOOD OR THE BAD
WOMEN OR GUYS.