Do What They Say

Walk away when you're angry Raise, raise yourself, there's nothing to gain Old, old enough to know the outcome Blood, more blood, it's always the same Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? The God reserved for false alarm Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Do what they say or they take it away I'd rather be dead than carry on Wait, but your lips don't be cursing We must, we mustn't take God's name in vain In vain, blunt your knife for the curtain Impulse, impulses, you must revenge Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? The God reserved for false alarm Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Do what they say or they take it away I'd rather be dead than carry on So I carry on with this burden I can't remember anything I can't be certain Aren't we cool and aren't we calm? For facing death, we run it on Do what they say or they take it away I'd rather be dead than carry on