Violence Testo

Can’t see the forest for the trees
Can’t see the dead for all the disease
and there is nothing to do
but lie down and cry
and I just want to be held — ooh

Violence
Violence is coming.
Violence.
Gonna swing that hammer down on you and I don’t know what to do.

Can’t see the rot for all the flies
and you can’t see the fire for the smoke in your eyes
Can’t see the fight for all the fists
and you can’t see the neck for all of the twists
Can’t see the brow for all of the creases
and I can’t read the news without falling to pieces
Cos it’s just more of the same — uh-oh!

Violence.
Violence is coming.
Violence.
Gonna swing that hammer down on you
and I don’t know what to do.

Then there’s a knock at the door — uh-oh!

Violence.
Violence is coming for you. Violence.
Violence with a capital V.
It’s a cut-throat catastrophe!