Some people go and have fun and dance at the pub

And some people choose to drown their kids in the bathtub

And some children ride a train and listen to its soft hum

And some children run and abandon their dad and mum

And some lovers never stop feeling like they’re on their honeymoon

And some lovers break each other’s souls wide open far too soon

And some creators pain a vision they have of the birds that soar

And some creators calmly write mottos to promote the war

And some soldiers fight to end all of their loved ones’ fears

And some soldiers spend their night at the pub and grope the poor waitress most near

And some souls love

And some souls hate

And yours flips a coin