The Code

The Code

written by: Jim Wingrove

 

The code is lost, the code is found
The sun still burns, the world goes round

My old friend from infamy
Spends all day on a killing spree

Nature dies and who’s to blame?
Everybody looks the same

Believe me when I say to you
I’m slipping into something new

If I had a dollar bill
I’d place it on my window sill

I’d pull down heaven just to see
The dollars in my destiny

The code is lost, the code is found
The sun comes up, the sun goes down

My own brand of infamy
Sings like a banjo on my knee

Sits like a tumor in my dreams
And war is all that I can see

ENVOI

Anyone can learn from sorrow
Any fool can have tomorrow

But I was beaten every day
And that is all I have to say