Wolfgang Marrow - Lucky Son Lyrics

Ivory tower, white baking powder
Give us bread instead before the cake goes sour
We built the bullets, but he holds the hand
Gun

Broken men can forgive anything
It's a charity of sorts
When it suits them
We built the bridges, still we are God
Damned

Oh, lucky son, you are the one
Who was born to bear the machine gun
All the things you'll see
Long after me
Oh, lucky son, beloved one

Temper, temper, tantrum, better watch your words
Don't go repeating all the evils that you heard
Cut out our tongues
He keeps us dumb

Oh, lucky son, you are the one
Who was born to bear the machine gun
All the things you'll see
In spite of me
Oh, lucky son, beloved one
(Oh, lucky son, beloved one)
(Oh, lucky son, beloved one)
(Oh, lucky son, beloved one)
(Oh, lucky son, beloved one)