Cupcakes for the Army
These are the lyrics my friend Raph wrote. He's a genius. He performs under the moniker Hezekiah Jones. Go to his My Space at www.myspace.com/hezekiah11.
Cupcakes for the Army
I sit all all day and I'm pining for some sun it's playing ghost
I bake cupcakes for the army, they all said it was the most
But I'm just a mosquito, mosquito
Follow bother wherever you go
I sit all day and I'm dreaming, dreaming of a box
I don't want to know whats in it and that's why I keep it locked
I pour water to make it shiny, shiny
Hold my focus not behind me
My cupcakes are made of iron, my icing's made of sand
The soldiers they took to it and now I'm in high demand
I baked all morning in the back yard waiting for the sun
Clouds didn't break until afternoon, well after I was done
Poked some holes in the bottom of a box just to see what might fall out
Who needs keys when you've got logic, who needs logic when you've got doubt
And I doubt they're dying for nothing, nothing
Just maybe not what your or I would have done
The extremes have become so hairy and they're shedding like a dog
They try and wash the dust from our eyes, in their own they have a log
No one wins a war anymore with compromise and smiles
Real religion's in the mind of a child
Find a cave and practice breathing and silence
Bake in peace and outrun the violence
I'll still bake cupcakes for the army, because you know they are just men
Those in charge say they are dying for us, but I know it is for them
I know it is for them, I know it is for them
No one wins a way anymore with compromise and smiles
Real Religion's in the mind of a child
Real Religion's in the mind of a child
Cupcakes for the Army
I sit all all day and I'm pining for some sun it's playing ghost
I bake cupcakes for the army, they all said it was the most
But I'm just a mosquito, mosquito
Follow bother wherever you go
I sit all day and I'm dreaming, dreaming of a box
I don't want to know whats in it and that's why I keep it locked
I pour water to make it shiny, shiny
Hold my focus not behind me
My cupcakes are made of iron, my icing's made of sand
The soldiers they took to it and now I'm in high demand
I baked all morning in the back yard waiting for the sun
Clouds didn't break until afternoon, well after I was done
Poked some holes in the bottom of a box just to see what might fall out
Who needs keys when you've got logic, who needs logic when you've got doubt
And I doubt they're dying for nothing, nothing
Just maybe not what your or I would have done
The extremes have become so hairy and they're shedding like a dog
They try and wash the dust from our eyes, in their own they have a log
No one wins a war anymore with compromise and smiles
Real religion's in the mind of a child
Find a cave and practice breathing and silence
Bake in peace and outrun the violence
I'll still bake cupcakes for the army, because you know they are just men
Those in charge say they are dying for us, but I know it is for them
I know it is for them, I know it is for them
No one wins a way anymore with compromise and smiles
Real Religion's in the mind of a child
Real Religion's in the mind of a child