The Planes - Now Hiring

If you offered the job, yeah I think I'd take it
How else is the change supposed to start?
And I don't even care where the money comes from
I promise the bullet comes straight from the heart

We got a moral conundrum here
Is there a right way out
I fear there's not

Cause I don't know if we will make it
So how the hell am I supposed to feel?
Cause it don't even matter if you cut the head off
We still got the rotting fruit in the field

Is it too late to bring a plow
Push that darkness out somehow
And heal

I know exactly why you called me
You think it's time we kill the whale
But I know lighting fires will only fail
And put more wind in their sails

Written by:
Stephen Perry

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