All the leaves are falling
where the hedgehogs hiding
and a bee buzzes by
Makes me feel like crying
hear the song of warning
from the blackbird calling
the hills are alight
Feels like the first day of your life.
There's a hawk in the distance
He ain't praying for forgiveness
It's his nature to kill but mine isn't
But we all kill in ways that he doesn't
As we pay our taxes to the war machine
The War Machine.
Oh no. Won't always be the war machine.
where the hedgehogs hiding
and a bee buzzes by
Makes me feel like crying
hear the song of warning
from the blackbird calling
the hills are alight
Feels like the first day of your life.
There's a hawk in the distance
He ain't praying for forgiveness
It's his nature to kill but mine isn't
But we all kill in ways that he doesn't
As we pay our taxes to the war machine
The War Machine.
Oh no. Won't always be the war machine.
×
![]()
Note for non-Italian users: Sorry, though the interface of this website is translated into English, most commentaries and biographies are in Italian and/or in other languages like French, German, Spanish, Russian etc.
