Playground
Words by Aidan Makepeace, © The Makepeace Brothers.
A bloody fight breaks out over on the playground.
Started up it seems,
the boys just looking for some fun.
But the toll is four.
Glory don’t come easy.
Big man lost his eyes, now he’s taken down the rum.
But he’s got his story,
his little tale of glory.
Same as the Vet, who’s never walked since when.
An American tale
where he who hurts is worshiped,
and he who lays
just gets kicked into the wind.
But to stand to the side,
let yourself be run over,
it says your alive,
but are you sober?
We create war, then ask:
“who will fight?”
And tell young boys:
“it’s your pride, or your life.”
Well, I’m eighteen.
I swear I’m a man,
but I’ll be damned if you want me
to sign up to kill another man.
If I told you, would you believe…
Daddy gives his son a plastic weapon
so when he grows up, he won’t be knocked around.
Little boy learns fear, but doesn’t want to show it
so his game becomes knocking the other kids around.
And a bloody fight breaks out over on the playground.
Started up it seems, the boys just looking for some fun.
And the toll is four.
Glory don’t come easy.
Big man lost his eyes. Now he’s taken down the rum.
If I told you, would you believe…
