Million Dead - I Want To Get Shot At (By An Israeli Gun Squad) lyrics

Hey! Little Mohammed, Where's your riot gear? Did you misplaced all your body armour? I'll forgive you for spilling your secret Through your hands. You know that I'd do anything To change our places, share your feelings, so heed This western plea, this suburban disease, I want to get shot at By an Israeli gun squad, so heed This teenage wail, this middle cla** call. I want to get shot at By an Israeli gun squad And hey, major neave, What's that weight on your shoulder? Could it be the cumulative weight of history? Herculean, I will share your burden, Though I might forfeit my digital watches, so heed This western plea, this suburban disease, I want to get shot at By an Israeli gun squad, so heed This teenage wail, this middle cla** call. I want to get shot at By an Israeli gun squad And take a ride through the ruins in 1945 Hellas, you had it wrong. To know ourselves we need everything in excess. So I go now to dip my toe Into the waters of extremity. How fast can I swim At the point of a question? So hey! Here's to Petersburg in 1917, And here's to forging paths in Barcelona. Here's to knowing our thoughts are making a difference. I'd rather be a spanish veteran than some hippy kid. And so I question the non-participational definition of animation. Here's to no holding back on the things that we wish for. No holding back on the things that we wish for. No holding back on the things that we wish for. No holding back on the things that we wish for.