The frog laughed at the slaughtered cow
For dying without a grave
The farmer scoffed at the frog
Its Limbs would taste nice in the soup
For dying without a grave
The farmer scoffed at the frog
Its Limbs would taste nice in the soup
The Ruthless killer Mocked his victim
They're only cows fed for slaughter
The devil mocked the killer
Your soul would make a fine ornament in hell
Fire mocked ice
And faced its melted wrath
The moon didn't put the sun in its eyes
And dawn came very fast
The warrior's sword, the official's pen
Are both tools for bloodshed
Conscript a poet for war
And see his resistance written in ink
Invite an artist to the battlefield
And everyone would like to be a hero
Take an author to war
And watch him pen drown his grief
And everyone would like to be a hero
Take an author to war
And watch him pen drown his grief
Do not trust the girl you met at an auction house
She'll always follow the highest bidder
Yesterday was once tomorrow
Tomorrow would don the clothes of yesterday
Invest wisely.
