Is Blood

Are you proud of it?

Does it warm up your sleeping bag

Made out of it?

The red on your favourite flag

Is blood

Are you part of it?

You can’t learn from it anymore,

Worked hard at it?

The stain on your uniform

Is blood

You can drive all night long but you won’t beat it

You can draw the curtains tight, close your eyes and then you might still see it.

Hey no one ever said

You hadn’t had it tough,

But when you find yourself all kinds of trouble that’s enough.

Time for you to face that

It’s blood

Are you proud of it?

Does it warm up your bank account

Made out of it?

Do you still believe without a doubt

In God,

In men,

In repeating again?

In space,

In time,

Have they moved it all online?

Well there’s got to be more

Yeah there’s got to be more

Than just a book of the answers that nobody holds

And repeat.

Again

And again and again

It’s blood