Letra de For Dick

What have we made Besides an early grave We didn't resurrect on the third day And this middle age Well it couldn't save The wonder of this lot Still it won't stop So put me to pasture Send me to slaughter harden your heart To the truth Put me to pasture Send me to slaughter Now that I'm past tense to you Could you write it on a page Will you be that brave To speak of all things lost Of things that never stop And this middle age Still it couldn't save We didn't resurrect On the third day So put me to pasture Send me to slaughter Harden your heart to the truth Put me to pasture Send me to slaughter Now that I'm past tense to you It won't stop It won't stop