Laughing Gas

I don't have the time for living This is not a crime It's giving- lost my appetite for oxygen I'm flying up my kite in phosgene Mustard gas and laughing gas- They're all made the same Are we German soldiers marching through the mud and rain You can bring with you a rifle, and some munchies, and a light If your lungs can take the fire, I'll be sure to smoke it right Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh I'm unstoppable. I'm dying That's impossible! We're living in a crucible of corpses When you tell me to stop I just think of all the people we have helped. We have fought It's a movement, look it up We fought for peace, the right to be who we are and not to be who the nations want us to be instead Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh