Morten Harket Lyrics

Album: Wild Seed

A Kind Of Christmas Card Lyrics

As you pour yourself a scotch

Crush a roach or check your watch

As your hands adjust your tie

people die

In the towns with funny names

Hit by bullets, caught in flames

By and large not knowing why

people die

And in small places you don't know of

Yet big for having no chance to scream

Or say good-bye

people die

Chorus: La, la... Let me know

People die as you elect

New apostles of neglect, self restraint

Whereby people die

Too far off to practice love

For thy neighbour, brother Slav

Where your cherubs dread to fly

people die

Chorus...

While the statues disagree

Cain's version, history for its fuel

Tends to buy

Those who die

As you watch the athletes score 

Or check your latest statement

Or sing your child a lullaby

people die

Time, whose sharp, bloodthirsty quill

Parts the killed from those who kill

Will pronounce the latter tribe

As your type

Chorus