We wage wars like Pascal waged wagers,
And its on Pascal’s wager we send sergeant majors to fight,
It would be nice if we took his triangle,
And we could find new angles more violent and wonderful,
I was thinking of saving the animals,
But first we save people (not animals),
Just ‘cause they’re almost as rare as love through marriage,
Do you sometimes wish that your siblings were miscarried?
We get people that shout down the state, and they demand justice,
But justice as fairness or truth;
As confused as the next politician
Who tries not to lie in their impossible mission for –
Truth – to be told I think most couldn’t cope,
With broken relations to absolute nations above;
When you think that it’s love that you bought, its no longer a mystery,
She was so nice to me.
And people made evil,
We decide what it is
And decide what its not,
If you do things illegal,
You can be pretty sure that it would be allowed
Somewhere else,
But we’re happy people, so there’s nothing wrong with the state we’re in,
If it’s making you happy, then there’s nothing wrong with the state you’re in.
My horse has won; my own son. ‘Well sir, well done. I hope you had fun.’
And its on Pascal’s wager we send sergeant majors to fight,
It would be nice if we took his triangle,
And we could find new angles more violent and wonderful,
But first we save people (not animals),
Just ‘cause they’re almost as rare as love through marriage,
Do you sometimes wish that your siblings were miscarried?
But justice as fairness or truth;
As confused as the next politician
Who tries not to lie in their impossible mission for –
Truth – to be told I think most couldn’t cope,
With broken relations to absolute nations above;
When you think that it’s love that you bought, its no longer a mystery,
She was so nice to me.
We decide what it is
And decide what its not,
If you do things illegal,
You can be pretty sure that it would be allowed
Somewhere else,
But we’re happy people, so there’s nothing wrong with the state we’re in,
If it’s making you happy, then there’s nothing wrong with the state you’re in.
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I like this song a lot. As far as meanings, it seems pretty obvious, although the message could be controversial I suppose. The only thing that confuses me is the last line: "My horse has won; my own son. ‘Well sir, well done. I hope you had fun.’" I'm stuck here...
i don't really know. i absolutely love this song. but i think that this song is about doing whatever it takes to be happy. i feel like he's comunicating throughout the song that doing whatever it takes is fine, right until the end "My horse has won; my own son. ‘Well sir, well done. I hope you had fun." i felt like that meant none of what we feel is true, that nothing that we'll ever do will truly be fine with everyone including ourselves, that not everyone can rejoice for the same thing.
At this point he doesn't know his purpose in the world as everything seems to be at odds, yet now that hes successful, its as if his parents have suddenly found purpose (last line?) . Its a view of the world common in youths and those with too much time to think: life is a paradox, why bother? maybe the last line even reflects his regret at having been born.