The Guillotine

hey, what are friends for? I wrote this one for my good man Spencer Jenich (a musical genius if you didn't know). Enjoy ... or not, I really don't care. I thought it was cool anyway. hmmm, I need to post on this thing more often, there is something quite gratifying about it.

Peace.

Where you gonna be
when they bring out the guillotine?
And whatcha gonna wear
When they lead you up those wooden stairs?

Sitting in the dirty cell
Pondering life’s meaning
And where does it all go from here?
A life, unfinished
Carried away in a cool gentle breeze.
Slowly floating away.

The sun never rises
For those in the sewers
Stealing to get by in this insane modern world.
And so we punish the poor
To keep them out of sight.
Out of sight, out of mind,
Are we happier this way?

Your time has now arrived.
The chains clink
With every step you take.
The sky is cloudy
And a thick fog covers the ground.

Where you gonna be
when they bring out the guillotine?
And whatcha gonna wear
When they lead you up those wooden stairs?

Any last wishes for man doomed to die.
“I wish for peace.
I wish for love.
And, sir, most of all,
I wish you’d go straight to hell.”
With a roar the crowd yelled for more,
Who is this man,
who dares speak this way?
Doesn’t he know,
The guillotine is on its way?

With his few last words
He cried to the people,
“Look and see what you’ve done.
You made me who I am.
My time has come,
But I call to you all,
I’m more than just one man.”

So, Where you gonna be
when they bring out the guillotine?
And whatcha gonna wear
When they lead you up those wooden stairs?