The Postman Cometh by The Casual Terrorist Lyrics
I think I hit the nail on the head
When I was twelve and I said I don't want to live in a world like this
I think I understood the facts
When age thirteen I got up and asked
A teacher: "What is the point in growing up
If all we ever do is trying to fuck up
Other peoples lives?"
Growing up feels sometimes like a misinterpretation
I just got another fucking wedding invitation from someone I knew
When I was at school
But I don't want to kid myself:
Some of those years they where just plain hell
Thеy were just a mix of broken hеarts
Snotty little noses, not enough gold stars
Or questions always stuck in my head, like:
"Why haven't I had sex yet?"
Or silly little things, like:
"Am I cool?"
Kids, kids can be so cruel
And some of them they stay the same
They get trapped in this ugly little game of
Bigger weapons, bigger bank accounts, bigger walls to help keep people out
Stock investors, private firms, longer fucking jail terms
And it's all giving me a headache
It is all giving me a headache
Nine will freeze to death on the streets of Calais tonight
Twelve will suffocate trying to get through
Trapped in a system in which they are born to loose
Oh look at what they make, just look at what they make
People do
When I was twelve and I said I don't want to live in a world like this
I think I understood the facts
When age thirteen I got up and asked
A teacher: "What is the point in growing up
If all we ever do is trying to fuck up
Other peoples lives?"
Growing up feels sometimes like a misinterpretation
I just got another fucking wedding invitation from someone I knew
When I was at school
But I don't want to kid myself:
Some of those years they where just plain hell
Thеy were just a mix of broken hеarts
Snotty little noses, not enough gold stars
Or questions always stuck in my head, like:
"Why haven't I had sex yet?"
Or silly little things, like:
"Am I cool?"
Kids, kids can be so cruel
And some of them they stay the same
They get trapped in this ugly little game of
Bigger weapons, bigger bank accounts, bigger walls to help keep people out
Stock investors, private firms, longer fucking jail terms
And it's all giving me a headache
It is all giving me a headache
Nine will freeze to death on the streets of Calais tonight
Twelve will suffocate trying to get through
Trapped in a system in which they are born to loose
Oh look at what they make, just look at what they make
People do