Dirt - Mission Of Burma

Yeah it’s true

But only in part

Actions best forgotten of a desperate heart

And it hurts

This salt in the wound

But what compels them to spend their time bothering you

Don’t let them touch you baby

Don’t let them make you cry

Don’t you waste your time

Trying to find the reason why

They will do what they must do

Yeah it’s strange

That vicarious choir

Ever searching for a stage where they might sing higher

And they share

The generous souls

But nothing gets in the way of a story untold

It’s not fair

The only intention’s to hurt

Always there

The strategy’s rumors and dirt

Don’t let them touch you baby

Don’t let them make you cry

Don’t you waste your time

Trying to find the reason why

They will do what they must do

Hey hey

… half day to meddle with our lives

With private tears meant only for their eyes

Reactions haunt, be worthy of legend

Security maybe … charms

It’s not fair

The only intention’s to hurt

Always there

The strategy’s rumors and dirt

It’s not fair

The only intention’s to hurt

Always there

The strategy’s rumors and dirt

It’s not fair

Dirt

Always there

Dirt