Paper Scissors Stone by The Dowling Poole Lyrics

When did the chosen few then become a crowd
People forgive me I’m thinking out aloud
About all who are stolen as time marches by
How to decide who’s to live or to die

Back in a time when I couldn’t give a damn
Blissfully unaware of my fellow man
I would dream of the future and all I could be
Assuming that you’d all still be there with me

CHORUS
In the skies the dictator I despise will gun you down
Breeding chaos all around
Good die young, Is your work here never done
Now satisfied? There’s a tyrant in the sky
Boys and girls just soldier on – blissfully young

How does one make these decisions of a day
Are there accomplices to they have a say on
Who gets it or who has to sit this one out
Paper, stone scissors heads up its your shout
MIDDLE EIGHT

I saw the signs from a very young age
When they said that “they’re coming to take me away”
Oh so sinister the innocence of youth