Hole in Hand

I dropped a bottle
Now, there are holes in my head
I stabbed a knife all through my hand
I see the pretty wave with rifles
The soldiers look ahead

Look around you and see the misery
Bleeding through the stifled histories
Green and greed all around you
Find a pillow and gun instead

I threw a bottle
Now there's a hole in his head
Sixteen guys will fight you
But you'll win in the end
Better trust who guides you
Words from the dead

Silent kills and violent pills don't mix
An open vein will leak or piss
Turn around and cry about you
Hardest hit, a punch, unclenched, an open fist

I dropped a bottle
Now, there are holes in my head
I stabbed a knife all through my hand
I see the pretty wave with rifles
The soldiers look ahead