when a decison is to take
a young heart might break
while sun warms the town
it cant hide that frown

there´s nothing fair
nothing pure in this world
whatever you try
love´s turning cold

so think about
whom you would serve
think about
whom you send the curse

some they wear nothing
on their big shoulders
and when those cry
everyone comes to hold them

some they wear all
with skinny arms
and when they just speak
you ring the alert

so think about
whom you would serve
think about
whom you send the curse