מילים לשיר The Beat Of Black Wings – Joni Mitchell

I met a young soldier
He said his name was Killer Kyle
He was shakin' all over
It's a tough one for me to sing
Like a nightThis is his story
And the beat ofHard as the squawk and the flap
"They gave me a mission "They gave me a gun," he said
For the power and the gloryPropagandaI can feel things explodingI can't even hear the fucking music playing
For the beat ofThere's a war zone inside me
He said, "I never had nothin'My girl killed our unborn child
Nothin' I could believe in
Without even grievin'!
I put my hands on her belly
To feel the kid kickin'She'd been to some clinic Oh"They want youSome vicarious thrillThey train you to killThe old hate the young
To be a pin on some mapThat's the whole heartless thing
The old pick the wars
We die in 'em
To the beat of
There's a man drawing pictures
Just as fast as he draws 'em
On the sidewalk with chalk
Rain come down and wash 'em off
"Keep the drinks comin' girl
I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm
'Til I can't feel anything
I'm just the beat of black wings.