Tycho Brahe - Sentence lyrics

Cutting little pieces off your Life sentence You are hard done by You are home again Happy in the knowledge of your Dependence You are still intact You will still remain But she is not the same as you She never could consider How you live with what you do And she is easily forgiven For having formed this attitude In ignorance and solitude With total lack of gratitude These wasted years of servitude I take them all and throw them back at you Mother's little helper is a Sidewinder He is heatseeker He is home again Happy in the knowledge of her Dependence She is still intact He will still remain But he is not the same as you He never could consider How you live with what you do And he is easily forgiven For having formed this attitude In ignorance and solitude With total lack of gratitude These wasted years of servitude I take them all and throw them back at you Bleed me Bleed me Bleed me (until the well is dry) Bleed me (i give them all to you) Bleed me (until the well is dry) Bleed me (i give them all to you, and on) Bleed me (until the well is dry? i ask you) Bleed me (i give them all to you)