I Wanted to Leave My Shoes
I wanted to leave my shoes
And a bouquet of poppies on the ground
I wanted to leave my shoes
But when I came up I heard a different sound
The smoke was covering the whole place
Young people throwing boots at their faces
Petals of daisies falling down on robocops
And the sound of grenades exploding in the smog
I wanted to bring my shoes
And a bouquet of poppies on the ground
I wanted to leave my shoes
But when I came up I heard a different sound
They told us better shut up you folks
Everything you know is just a joke
They tell us you'd better stay home
Cook your spinach pay for all you own
I wanted to leave my shoes
And a bouquet of poppies on the ground
I wanted to leave my shoes
But when I came up I heard a different sound
I came back home with my flowers
Remembered the three smoky towers
The dark angels have strong bodies
Open your heart to the greedy lobbies
Writer/s: Catherine Kertesz
