I went with a friend to meet a friend
We met for a drink and a gift was exchanged
My interests result in a book about war
Because my friends know of my interest of war
I open the book and what do I find
a picture of mine
a picture of mine
This is not the first time that my interests have scared me
And I sat and I sipped on the beer that was near me
I stared out the window my friends are right there
While they are still talking I sit there and stare
(With the sense of a scene of a suicide bomb)
(With the sense of a scene of a suicide bomb)
