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LAYLA'S   WORLD

BEING IRRELEVANT BITS AND RELEVANT PIECES OF LETTERS FROM LAYLA,
WHO DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK UNLESS YOU'RE REAL AND COOOL


I've seen pictures of smokestacks
billowing black smoke
now I know what they look like
it isn't a joke

where is the love?
where is the god?
where is the truth?
why is it so hard?

who the fuck gives a damn?
who knows, who cares?
what the fuck are you doing?
all I see are
broken bones in crushed stairs

I've seen pictures in movies
of the end of the world
now I know what it feels like
hope is curled

where is the good?
what have we seen?
who has the right?
what does it mean?

who the fuck gives a damn?
who knows, who cares?
what the fuck are you doing?
all I see are
a billion blank stares

don't try to sell any more holy bullshit
you are no longer believed
you can turn towards anywhere, get down and pray
but you can't turn away from your deed

you can lie to your children
make them choose suicide
but the blood on your hands
shows the lies in your eyes

you think you're so right
you think you're so smart
don't you know
you can't know god with hate in your heart

who the fuck gives a damn?
who knows, who cares?
what the fuck are you doing?
all I see are
broken bones in crushed stairs

I've seen pictures of smokestacks
billowing black smoke
now I know what they look like



What The Fuck? (Part Two)
Smokestacks

Layla
©2001 Candor Communications


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