sing about everyone that you left behind...

Sing it out,
Boy, you’ve got to see what tomorrow brings.
Sing it out,
Girl, you’ve got to be what tomorrow needs.

For every time
that they want to count you out,
and use your voice
every single time you open up your mouth

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
every time you that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you’re nuts
Sing it out for the words that’ll hate your guts
Sing it for the death
Sing it for the blood
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

Sing it out, boy they’re gonna sell what tomorrow means
Sing it out girl, with all the kill what tomorrow brings
You’ve got to
make a choice,
if the music drowns you out.
And raise your voice,
every single time they try and shut your mouth.

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
every time you that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you’re nuts
Sing it out for the words that’ll hate your guts
Sing it for the death
Sing it for the blood
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

Cleaned up corporation,

Park rats dying in the
process
Children that can talk about it
Living on the
railways
creeping, moving sideways
sell it till your last days
Buy yourself the motivation!

Should’ve reckoned nothing
Nothing ’bout a dance
Burning down the white tree
I am not the singer that you wanted,
but a dancer,
I refuse to answer
Talk about the past, son,
Rolling for the ones who want to get away

Keep running!

Sing it for the boys, sing it for the girls
every time you that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you’re nuts
Sing it out for the words that’ll hate your guts
Sing it for the death
Sing it for the blood
Sing about everyone that you left behind
Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world

You’ve got to sing what tomorrow brings!
Sing it for the world,
Sing it for the world
Yeah, you’ve got to be what tomorrow needs!
Sing it for the world,
Sing it for the world.

I love this song. And these pics. And those nights, where you are completely knackered, from being woken up at 530 to see what santa brought us all, from way strong antihistameins that knock me out, from too much noise and chaos for any one day, from family, and then you are in bed, and about to sleep, saying goodnights, and then get told someone has something to tell you but they need their sleep so won't yet and all. Well then it's granted that you won't be able to sleep. And will think up any possible thing it could be. And torture yourself. Torture yourself with what it could be, and then think over everything else with tangents in your mind and think over all the bad things that have happened this past 6 months.

Next year, you will be a good year. Because if you aren't, then so help you, I will find a way to kill you. I don't know how to kill a year but I will find a way and make it bloody happen.

So 2011, there is my warning, there is my hope, take it, leave it, but by all means make the right fucking choice. :)