Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Plateful of Our Dead, artist - Protest The Hero. Date of issue: 03.04.2006
Song language: English
A Plateful of Our Dead |
| Don’t ever ask us to define our morals |
| Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak |
| Some of us are all of us; |
| half-selves that love whole hopes |
| And hara-kiri heartbreak |
| There’s almost nothing worse than never being real |
| Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear |
| If I had a gun, I’d pump your ethics full of lead |
| If I believed in meat, I’d eat a plateful of our dead |
| There’s merit in construction when it’s done with your own hands |
| There’s beauty in destruction, a resurrection, another chance |
| There’s a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs |
| There’s a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone’s naïve |
| The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse |
| Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse |
| The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse |
| And a bleeding heart remorse |
| When I’m In this state of reflection, and you hand me whips |
| And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before |
| I’d rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around |
| Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found |
| I’d rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around |
| Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found |
| Will be found |