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i think i finally understand
the way a broken arm can hate the hand
the way a farmer hates his crop
the way a lawyer hates the honest cop
the smell of chamomile
beneath my sickle blade
will not comfort the cancer-stricken
or provide some common shade
i finally woke up at the drop
and told the driver that he had to stop
and then he got down on his knees
you know these actors always die in threes
the sound of dialog
translated by a hack
it gives me chills when she pays the bills and
still has time to surprise attack
come out come out come out and say it
why can't you come out and say it
come out come out come out and say it
why can't you come out and say it
the look of camouflage
on the ones who beg
the decider says i'm a fighter
but i can't feel my fucking legs
lalalalala
come out come out come out and say it
why can't you come out and say it
come out come out come out and say it
why can't you come out and say it
come out come out come out.
the way a broken arm can hate the hand
the way a farmer hates his crop
the way a lawyer hates the honest cop
the smell of chamomile
beneath my sickle blade
will not comfort the cancer-stricken
or provide some common shade
i finally woke up at the drop
and told the driver that he had to stop
and then he got down on his knees
you know these actors always die in threes
the sound of dialog
translated by a hack
it gives me chills when she pays the bills and
still has time to surprise attack
come out come out come out and say it
why can't you come out and say it
come out come out come out and say it
why can't you come out and say it
the look of camouflage
on the ones who beg
the decider says i'm a fighter
but i can't feel my fucking legs
lalalalala
come out come out come out and say it
why can't you come out and say it
come out come out come out and say it
why can't you come out and say it
come out come out come out.
Lyrics submitted by prayingmantis84
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Chamomile is the national flower of Russia. And a sickle is one of the symbols of communism.
I think the lyrics below refer to how communism failed in Russia and hurt the Russian people. Instead of representing the Russian people the communist government pursued it's own agenda, rather like a lawyer who hates an honest cop or a farmer who hates his crop etc.
"the smell of chamomile beneath my sickle blade will not comfort the cancer-stricken or provide some common shade"
Perhaps, cancer-stricken refers to the poor victims of the Chernobyl nuclear meltdown?