I Am the One Who Will Remember Everything

Oh, what have we here, he must be three or four Checking out of the booth on his way back to war And he’s not looking for a father or a mother Just a seven year old brother On this match line border camp of refugees I am the one who will remember everything I am the one who will remember everything So where are we now, he must be five or six Just running around, hungry kids, sharpen sticks And he will grow with pain, and fear, and jealousy Taking in by school of zealotry Who trained orphans to make orphans evermore I am the one who will remember everything I am the one who will remember everything I am the one who will remember everything I am the one who will remember everything We drink the smoke, we ride the noise We drink the smoke, we ride the noise And you say it’s necessary And you forget the ordinary