sing for the flowers - it smells like spring - cling to your tune - it's a weapon that sings - aim at the shadows 'til they go & disappear - they're weak & they're weary - & they know they don't belong here - then sing for the gray & dreary newborn day - sing for the deaf at last
it's a hitman's poem - you shoot out the lights - then you go & put two little candles - in the window at night - through your gunsight - you see the bag lady & the blonde sweetheart - they're coming at you - singing softly from across the yard - they're enemy soldiers & they sing 'til they fall - two make a choir sometimes