Who Will Make The Bread
Who will make the bread if everybody is dead
Who will get the children out of bed and get them
And put on their shiny shoes and take them to school
If everybody is dead who will cut the lawn
When I wake up at dawn and just before the break of day
Who will wipe my tears away the mountain is very high
And my vision is resting in the sky but on destiny I will rely.
If everybody is dead, who will make up the bed
Who will make my favorite tea and who will go
Walking with me by the sea, and when the sun comes up
Who will sunbath on the beach and watch the fishermen
When they go fishing in the deep blue sea? I will never exchange a gown for a crown or bargain with you when I grow old, I will plant a sword in the ground to seal the promise that I will never die for redemption is buried in the lining of the sky.
I have a hunger for life but I just cannot get enough to bite
There is so much that I want to do, to make your dreams come true, it’s already done but you must get if off the ground and wrap it around your waist and give it some space to lead the way.
Who will build the wall and take the family to the mall if everybody is dead and when I am tired of surfing who will keep my company in the morning? You have to go paragliding to get it right and night dancing to see the light and then we will end the vicious fight. I have a special passion for life and I will live
So take me to the gym to build my muscle and strengthen the vessel and end the painful tradition of man killing man.
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