Music
The utterly formation of
communication of humanity
In the demonstration of its evidence
Some
Have called it religion
Some
Have called it rebellion
Some have called it
Recreation
Yet
We define it blossom flowers
Bizarre stories
Hollywood movies
Call it love
We are
Berlin Psycho Nurses
When I was 12 years old
My father took me to
a new bank in town
As we seated at the looby
There was a young guy comes in
with a red scarf on his face
He shouted to the
fat security guy saying
Here comes the gangster
He said 'here comes the gangster'
He said 'here comes the gangster'
And then bang bang bang
He put three bullets
into the fat man's head
My father gently pressed his arm
on my shoulder saying
Son don't you be afraid
I said 'I was not'
Then he smiled and turned
his back to the corner
He slowly reached out
for his left pocket and
Pulled out something
I had never seen before
But I just have seen once
But I just have seen once
My father
He pulled out a red scarf on his face
That was the last scene
That was the last memory
Since then I never saw my father again
All I can remember about
the rest of the afternoon is
The sound of his pistol
It goes bang bang bang
Bang bang bang
It goes bang bang bang
Bang bang bang
It goes bang bang bang
Bang bang bang
It goes bang bang bang
Bang bang bang