Kiss it better

He sits in his cell, And he lays on his bed. Covers his head and closes his eyes. He sees a smoking gun, And the coward he ran. And in his arms is the bleeding, Love of his life. And she cries, Kiss...

what's it all about, I hear the global shout Blind man draws the tribal line And it all seems such a waste of time Stars and spies, thug in ties Power man refuels the line Talk of nonsense, such a...