LYRICS:

Love started all of this

I say petrol
You say gasoline
So?
How come some love
says some grass
is more green
or some hearts
are unclean
or some past
kneels to the wrong queen
Cheeks get slapped
fish hook goaded
tinderbox tongues
locked and loaded
faith in flames
faith is flag
flogged
strip searched
told it’s wrong
then love is bitter ash
Bomb
mosque
Bomb
synagogue
Bomb
pop concert
A torn sleeve
A charred face
dust and blood
wailing mothers again
grief, like oil in the throat

Gasoline kisses from explosive men
Making of me a garden
A battlefield, a question
Hits and misses, all us and them
Making of me a cemetery
A vigil, a blessing

Bomb
What’s your favourite karaoke song?
Dancing Queen fills up armouries
An arms dealer on a pin ball machine
Scattershock
The apple drops
Or is it a grenade?
Is it a stem or a pin
that lays on the ground?
Wait for a sound
Ricochet
What’s it say on the ticker tape? Same shit, different day
What causes more explosions, Gasoline or apathy?
Shatterproof glass menagerie Nobody’s chosen to fight
A stone in the hand
A drone in the sky
Home in a land
Hope is a lie

Gasoline kisses from explosive men Making of me a garden
A battlefield, a question
Hits and misses, all us and them Making of me a cemetery
A vigil, a blessing

Learn to make games of the rubble
To shake the dust
Hide shrapnel in laughter scattershot
To scream, dream and dance to a war they made far away
wrapped and sold
in flag and country
But here there are names.
Only names
Too many to utter - too soon to forget.
Learn how spinal chords shaking over wreckage
play a violin prayer out loud,
pray the world to listen.
To sometimes just stop.

Scattershock ricochet left to dream
Scattershock ricochet left to dream
Scattershock ricochet left to dream
Scattershock ricochet just like me

Pray the latest rubber bullet
is not a child’s eye.
Learn prayer can also ricochet.
Prayer can ricochet off buildings no longer standing
and hills that have seen too much.
Here there are names and prayers.
Only names and prayers
Too many to utter - too soon to forget.
Too many to utter - too soon to forget.

Gasoline kisses from explosive men
Making of me a garden
A battlefield, a question
Hits and misses, all us and them
Making of me a cemetery
A vigil, a blessing