How Does The Grass Grow?
There’s a graveyard by the stationWhere the girls wear nylon skirts andSandals from HungaryThe boys ride their Riga 1’sUpon the little hillSuch sadness and griefThe trees die standingThat’s where we made our trystsAnd struggled with our gunsWould you still love meIf the clocks could go backwards?The girls would fill with blood andThe grass would be green againRemember the deadThey were so greatSome of them
How does the grass grow?Blood, blood, bloodWhere do the boys lie?Mud, mud, mudHow does the grass grow?Blood, blood, blood
But I lived a blind lifeA white face in prisonBut you made a life out of nothingNow I ride my black horseI miss you moreThan you’ll ever ever knowWaiting with my red eyesAnd my stone heart
How does the grass grow?Blood, blood, bloodWhere do the boys lie?Mud, mud, mudHow does the grass grow?Blood, blood, blood
I gaze in defeatAt the stars in the nightThe light in my life burnt awayThere will be no tomorrowThen you sigh in your sleepAnd meaning returns with the day
How does the grass grow?Blood, blood, bloodWhere do the boys lie?Mud, mud, mudHow does the grass grow?Blood, blood, blood