Lyrics

Sweat drips down his face as he walks into the place That he walks by every single day He's only 21, but when his job is done Never again will he walk this way He leaves his bag underneath the seat He breaths new air back on city streets He knows love grows but a war must be won So his bomb that's aimed to kill and maim ticks on and on The suit and tie that works downtown is standing in the underground And he reads the New York Times while he waits There's a woman on the phone Says she's on her way home She could have saved a quarter if she knew her fate The suit, the tie is a thin disguise For a body that has departed, the soul left to rot inside And they will not be spared and they will not escape The bomb is in a briefcase aimed against the bourgeois state No chance, no way, they will not escape No chance, no way, they will not escape 'Cause from the day that you're born you're told what to do And I think that seems a good enough excuse So what do you when you can't take it no more? Conceal a time bomb in the heart of a department store