Dean Omori - Diplomats Are Arguing

Light the candle low burn that spoon for its spell
I'm not ready to die but I think I'm going to hell
The whiskey's cheap and the piano's full of bones
Diplomats arguing like a parliament of crows
Moon scared of the darkness behind the skeleton tree
She walks the plank to his room come on and drown me
Wealth aint money ya know it's not even close
Half the time making love is forced and so it goes
So get off your knees there ain't no help coming from above
This curse on mankind is lifted only with love
Little scrunched up kid oh can you hold on
Not this one but somebody'll sing you a song
The waters rise its starvation time again
If the poor could pay we told ya famine would end
Obituaries are being sold over the bar
Small town boys dreams don't travel so far
But the debt of war will come for these young men too
Governments and whores pretend that they love you
So get off your knees there ain't no help coming from above
This curse on mankind is lifted only with love
And the lies round here are as Goddamn contagious as death
They're sellin women at the docks til there's just their pretty scent left
Preacher's screaming let it start or let it stop
The mountains will rise and the seas will reclaim ya God
There's a billionaires storm coming better hold on to love
Some people won't share their blood
People got lonely like no one left here cares
The children need us how dare you send your prayers
So get off your knees there ain't no help coming from above
This curse on mankind is lifted only with love

Written by:
Dean Omori

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