I sit all day and I'm pining for some sun it's playing ghost
I bake cupcakes for the army, they all said it was the most
But I'm just a mosquito, mosquito
Follow bother wherever you go

I sit all day and I'm dreaming, dreaming of a box
I don't want to know what's in it and that's why I keep it locked
I pour water to make it shiny, shiny
Hold my focus not behind me

My cupcakes are made of iron, my icing's made of sand
The soldiers they took to it and now I'm in high demand
I baked all morning in the back yard waiting for the sun
Clouds didn't break until afternoon, well after I was done

Poked some holes in the bottom of my box just to see what might fall out
Who needs keys when you've got logic, who needs logic when you got doubt
And I doubt that they're dying for nothing, nothing
Just maybe not what you or I would have done

The extremes have become so hairy and they're shedding like a dog
They try and wash the dust from our eyes, in their own they have a log
No one wins a war anymore with compromise and smiles
Real religion's in the mind of child

Find a cave and practice breathing and silence
Bake in peace and out run the violence

I'll still bake cupcakes for the army, because you know they are just men
Those in charge say they are dying for us, but I know it is for them
I know it is for them, I know it is for them
No one wins a war anymore with compromise and smiles
Real Religion's in the mind of a child
Real Religion's in the mind of a child


Lyrics submitted by TheLonelySoul232

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