The Joke

This isn't a dream, don't know why you don't care You see your face in a photograph, you say you weren't there You say, "I wasn't there, you see, I wasn't there!" This is the storm and this is the warning And this is the war and this is it forming Still feels like no one cares, still feels like no one cares Anything you wanna keep Otherwise, go back to sleep There's some things we don't wanna see While the words burns, we warm our feet Old men in bed by ten, the joke's on me Nothing left now but a memory Shot by the pig with the badge and the gun Killed by an elephant and not just the one Maybe we should burn it down, we should burn you down Poor little farmer, see who lit in a fire Mister commissioner, why don't you retire? We're gonna burn it down, we're gonna burn it all down Anything you wanna keep Otherwise, go back to sleep There's some things we don't wanna see While the words burns, we warm our feet Old men in bed by ten, the joke's on me There's some things we don't wanna see While the words burns, we warm our feet Old men in bed by ten, the joke's on me Nothing but a memory