Jesus Christ I might as well be dead
I can see how dangerous it must feel to be
Training human corps for the machine
Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me
But burning their still soft-shells
With sticks and stones that were lying around
In the pile of unspeakable feelings I'd found
And I turned back the stone
Turned over the stone
Of my own disappointment back home
I think this is right, except for the burning (But burning their still soft-shells).
I will try to decipher the lyrics here:
Jesus Christ I might as well be dead I can see how dangerous it must feel to be Training human corps for the machine Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me
But burning their still soft-shells With sticks and stones that were lying around In the pile of unspeakable feelings I'd found
And I turned back the stone Turned over the stone Of my own disappointment back home
I think this is right, except for the burning (But burning their still soft-shells).
It's about training up more people for the war.