Soldiers Rock from In Conflict by Owen Pallett

Out on a bicycle, a reflection left behind
The desires of your daughters will never be defined
Wild, pedal wild, energized by the stolen vodka and triple sec
Wheels spurting up the flecks of mud on your blue jeans and your turtleneck

I'm out on a bicycle feeling God is on my side
My mother didn't believe in discipline or the Unconscious Mind
You finally realize our love is found between the waking and the dreaming
We fight one another in the afternoon, we bathe each other in the evening

Pick up, pick up your tiny arm
Put it round, put it round the shoulder of your mother

Somewhere between the road and the ever-darkening sky
The greediness of our hearts will not be satisfied
As it is said by the occupants who rally round the outer steps of Parliament
So it is said confidentially by the men and women working in the government:

Pick up, pick up the bayonette
Run it through, run it through the stomach of your brother
Pick up, pick up your bloody arm
Put it round, put it round the shoulder of your lover

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