Pink White and Blue
One more number fading fast into the background
One more murder maybe this time it'll hit
The open casket goes unnoticed by the masses
One more body folks are begging to forget
Stand in line, waiting for your turn
Climbing up the pyre you grow accustomed to the burn
And when the vigil's over and they move on from the hurt
The only thing to change will be your body into dirt
But hey, who cares?
I'm dying to know
Can I really say I'm scared
Of the punchline of the joke?
Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit
Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
What is there to do?
But they don't care till the streets all run
Pink white and blue!
One two three four!
Just a moment till you're just another story
Just the victim of a disconnected spree
The headlines fetishize the fear behind the horrors
Just the price we pay for begging just to be
So waste your breath calling out for aid
Screaming in the dark you'll only hear the echoes fade
Set aside the scrapbooks of the times you want to save
Something they can turn to when they decorate your grave
But hey, who cares?
I'm dying to know
Can I really say I'm scared
Of the punchline of the joke?
Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit
Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
What is there to do?
But they don't care till the streets all run
Pink white and blue!
One three one two!
So raise your flag
Draw your sword!
We'll fight till we die!
We'll be the ones who came before!
The final act is coming and I'm running out of pleas
It's drawing near and it feels like fear but it sounds like certainty!
But hey, who cares?
I'm dying to know
Can I really say I'm scared
Of the punchline of the joke?
Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit
Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
What is there to do?
But they don't care till the streets all run
Pink white and blue!
One more murder maybe this time it'll hit
The open casket goes unnoticed by the masses
One more body folks are begging to forget
Stand in line, waiting for your turn
Climbing up the pyre you grow accustomed to the burn
And when the vigil's over and they move on from the hurt
The only thing to change will be your body into dirt
But hey, who cares?
I'm dying to know
Can I really say I'm scared
Of the punchline of the joke?
Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit
Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
What is there to do?
But they don't care till the streets all run
Pink white and blue!
One two three four!
Just a moment till you're just another story
Just the victim of a disconnected spree
The headlines fetishize the fear behind the horrors
Just the price we pay for begging just to be
So waste your breath calling out for aid
Screaming in the dark you'll only hear the echoes fade
Set aside the scrapbooks of the times you want to save
Something they can turn to when they decorate your grave
But hey, who cares?
I'm dying to know
Can I really say I'm scared
Of the punchline of the joke?
Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit
Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
What is there to do?
But they don't care till the streets all run
Pink white and blue!
One three one two!
So raise your flag
Draw your sword!
We'll fight till we die!
We'll be the ones who came before!
The final act is coming and I'm running out of pleas
It's drawing near and it feels like fear but it sounds like certainty!
But hey, who cares?
I'm dying to know
Can I really say I'm scared
Of the punchline of the joke?
Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit
Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating
What is there to do?
But they don't care till the streets all run
Pink white and blue!
Credits
Writer(s): Amy Michelle Harris, Kelsi Banville, Naomi Joan Wright, Yolanda Grace
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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