"Bury the Hatchet" as written by and Moe Carlson Arif Mirabdolbaghi....
Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist
Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a bullet in the mouth answers the questions of exposure
And God of Sunday School façades and paycheques to validate the time I served abroad
It all means nothing if I forget why I'm here
To serve and protect my fist over fist mind under matter career
That's why a man sounds kind of funny when he falls to his knees
With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please spare his life
While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives
Then I hold up his chin and carve X's in his eyes
I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the prison guard
Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting
A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a bullet in the mouth answers the questions of exposure
And God of Sunday School façades and paycheques to validate the time I served abroad
It all means nothing if I forget why I'm here
To serve and protect my fist over fist mind under matter career
That's why a man sounds kind of funny when he falls to his knees
With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please spare his life
While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives
Then I hold up his chin and carve X's in his eyes
I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the prison guard
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"Bury the Hatchet" as written by Lucas Hoskin Arif Mirabodlbaghi
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Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting"
This part is just to tell us what kind of character the prison guard is. Obviously he's quite brutal - just as he's expected to be for the job he's chosen in the society he lives in.
"A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a bullet in the mouth answers the questions of exposure
And God of Sunday School fa�ades and paycheques to validate the time I served abroad"
Here we see that the prison guard used to be a soldier. He's killed people all over the world, and he did it for the money and justified it with his God. Once again, this is just as he's been taught to do, he's not a particularly malicious man - he's just what society has made him.
"It all means nothing if I forget why I'm here
To serve and protect my fist over fist mind under matter career
That's why a man sounds kind of funny when he falls to his knees"
This part is saying "I'm supposed to be mean and not think too much, so I dehumanize my prisoners by belittling their very humanity and laughing at their pain."
"With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please spare his life
While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives
Then I hold up his chin and carve X's in his eyes"
Here Protest the Hero is showing us how the prison guard looks at human life; just another material product with no intrinsic value. Losing it is only worth what it costs him to replace or sharpen his knives.
"I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the prison guard "
This is the part that really pulls the rest together. A prison guard is a social worker, supposedly the fist of the law. He is only as malicious and twisted and violent as the justice he's been taught to meet out. Clearly the prison guard in Kezia is not a nice man, but its not -really- his fault. Like he says, he has compassion. But a prison guard with compassion in the society portrayed in Kezia isn't going to last long, and the guy has to make a living some how. So he sells his compassion and humanity in order to survive (just like Kezia sells her body or the Preacher/Priest in the first three songs sells empty promises)
also "the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives" i do not understand where you got the idea of the price of a life etc. i think that it means, if you can imagine the prison guard saying... "no matter how "hard" or tough you are, my knives will still cut you. You may be big shit but when it comes down to it a knife will still deal justice"
let me know what you think
Protest the hero is damn sweet.
people not knowing about them makes them better.
Well to me anyway..