One life, this life must now
Gliding down to meet the crowd
And then complete the circuit
Hard luck if you get in my way
These things get complicated
In every treaty that is signed
One black eye, one bloody nose
To keep all yearning civil
I take the worst of everything
Hard luck if you get in my way
These things are complicated
In every treaty that is signed,
the seeds are sold for slaughter
A little bit of help now or it's lost
A little bit of help now or it's lost
A little bit of distance clears the head,
but makes the picture smaller
Take time to preface each design
While someone drains the margins
One life, this life must find its way
A trail of string, a chalky line
Through shifting sands and water
Time, look if you're getting far away
These things get complicated
In every tree that is sown,
the seeds are sown for slaughter
A little bit of help now, will it hurt?
A little bit of help now, will it hurt?
A little bit of help now, will it hurt?
A little bit, how about it?