The Burden

The sky turns grey
And in another day
And a totempole fell in a hole
And Indians are pissing all over it
Who's Christ the cross asked
A very heavy burden
The priest answered devotedly dying
Devotedly crying
But I'm still fighting

In every room there's a lot of space
In every room fits the human race
Cause the body's huge but the mind so small
And the spider drinks the blood of the fly
Live and have no time to cry, no time to die
We'll fight them all.

But I'm still fighting
We'll fight them all.