LYRICS
This thing called living
What’s the price of life
Sold for an earthling
Imagine a combustion engine
Foreboding our exploding
Exhaustion
Of civilization
Go, daddy-o, go
The drone’s not alone
Drop the bomb
And the tomb
Will rest your bone
Sold…
For an earthling
I’ve been told
Before I grow old
To love living
Thank you
I do
ABOUT THIS SONG
Chords — F#
130 Beats Per Minute / Rock
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Theremin
Written and recorded in West Chester, PA, USA.
From the album Music Makers
By Daniel Brouse