Kids Learn Quick - The Herd

Chorus: And they still build walls — to keep us in or out — I’m not sure

I am the sharp tip of the army’s claw

Must look the part, must look the law

This uniform’s a red rag to bombers

Knowing that my death would bring them honour

So f**k the scholars and their white collars

Your nerves aren’t as ragged as this soldier’s

It gets colder — feels like everyone’s got a chip on their shoulder oh

What if today’s the day my luck leaves me?

Everything is normally uneasy

No reason why it wouldn’t be this evening

That’s why every day I dream of leaving

Still they come — they queue

Clenched are the hands who are tightening screws

Control how their population moves

This is what the rebels are making us do

Alert and on edge

The tablets go straight to the head — I’m jumpy

They holding the scruff of the neck of the country

So much sun does the blood see

The checkpoint is teeth and guns

The bad apples make me numb with their cries with a request denied

I hate the f**kin look in their eye — but I don’t wanna live like this

Let you in but not your wife and kids

Who may or may not aspire to by martyrs

But the state will clamp down hard regardless

Pre-emption as self defense and that might be severance for live rounds at

residents

When even their children throw stones

That’s why I can’t wait to go home

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Nothing in my pocket but a work permit

Temporary, yes signed today — legit

This kid’s making it too hard

The worst part — I clock on in five minutes

Are we at war with them or are we their Mexicans?

When testing them means resting in bed with a bump on your head for many days

Like my mother says 'we can’t afford that anyway'

Which ever way you look at it

The lay of the land is crooked

Holy Lands mad shook with hatred

This road is ancient

And now the gatekeeper is 18

Which he’s clearly hating

That doesn’t change the fact he’s still got me waiting

On land the UN states is mine

You can see how that frustrates the mind of a young man

Young man opposite — holding the gun

Telling him to stop — run — even just for fun

And if it gets too much

That other man runs

No such luck if a rocket struck tonight

We might be stuck for the night

Along with some tired men who might be up for a fight

Ain’t seen enough of the light

Seems nothing is right

This kid’s tired and it shows

But he’s seen me enough times to know

Let me go — by the scruff

Am I Fatah?

Hamas?

Tell me why you’d give a f**k

Either way you won’t let me up out of this dust

I see you through a cloud of mistrust

This affirms it — burn shit

Kids around here learn quick

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