You’re alive thanks toa strange chain of events
That started with the death of elvis
And yes, all the wars and their warriors wanted a piece of you in your living
room
I’m alive after a time of riots and rides
That ended with smack of gates into theirs clasps
All the dates that they throw at you
Were somebody else’s stab at your lineage
We’re alive thanks to a light shone in the night
That found an airsip in its sights
In the crossfire your grandfather cried to your mother
All the bombs that avoided you
Had somebody else’s name scrawled on the clipboard in haste
It was a clerical mistake
When you first saw it you were in a stroller
Flailing your arms at the dogs and the bees
They could have bit you but you looked so happy
They could have snapped but they showed you mercy
And come to think of it, i never once heard, «no.»
From the day you were called you’ve been walking through the walls
Shot through a canon, you’ve landed in a flowerbed
Guarded by invisible friends. guarded and invisible