Hell Tears

They bottle up your tears to sell
And sell them on the streets of hell
And each decision lead to grief
From which these men can sell relief

And they don’t even need your life
They keep your face to recognize
And they don’t even need your life
Reduced to fuel from smoking fire

And for each pain they blame the self
And in this story find their wealth
So bottle up my tears to sell, I’ll drink them up to make me well

(So keep them off the tabletops
To run like dogs from hard thrown rock
So keep them off the tabletops
To run like dogs from hard thrown rock)

Take the kids across the sea and give them back to anarchy
Return to them and join your voice
There is no time there is no choice

(So keep them off the tabletops
To run like dogs from hard thrown rock
So keep them off the tabletops
To run like dogs from hard thrown rock)

(Take them all and join their voices)

They bottle up your tears to sell
And sell them on the streets of hell
And each decision lead to grief from which these men can sell relief