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| Pete Atkin sings
All The Dead Were Strangers by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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I met my buddy Kovacs stripping down his M-16 He said "I think the barrel got hot -- know what I mean ?" And his smiling mouth looked friendly But his eyes, like all the dead, were strangers All the dead were strangers Just lying there were ladies so old they hardly bled Thin kids who never needed a red hole in the head We were all in this together We were friends, but all the dead were strangers All the dead were strangers We bumped into Polonsky, and Polonsky hollered "Look! It's a Japanese transistor that I swiped off of a gook And it don't even have no batteries" And he laughed that all the dead were strangers All the dead were strangers And Kovacs said "You crumb-dumb, we weren't sent in here to steal" And Polonsky answered "Stow it! How do you know what I feel? What the hell else is there in this For me? Like, all the dead were strangers All the dead were strangers" I left them two to argue and I walked between the huts It's a bad day when a king-hit of grass won't calm your guts But it helps you to remember Or forget that all the dead were strangers All the dead were strangers The birds that lift us in here lift us out through the same sky And the gunships hose the ruins for reasons hell knows why And I can only yell Why bother! Why bother all the dead? They were strangers All the dead were strangers | |||||
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