Call Them Brothers
That's it, it's split - it won't recoverJust frame the halves and call them brothersFind their fathers and their mothersIf you remember who they are
Over and over they call us their friendsCan't we find something else to pretend?Like nobody's won and we're safe at the end
In the darkness the film machine's spinningSo let's leave it onWe'll be out in the streetbefore anyone knows that we're gone
That's it, it's split, it can't recoverJust frame the halves and call them a wholeAnd chip at the bricks and fill up your pocketsWith the pieces of the wall that you stole
The hunt is on, everyone's chasingEveryone's chasing a shotA shot rings out, nobody wants itNobody wants it to stop
That's it, it's split, it won't recoverJust frame the halves and call them brothersFind your fathers and your mothersIf you remember who they areIf you remember, if you remember,if you remember who they are