That's How It Is

Got an unusually sized, head for his size
So you would have thought, Theres a lot of thought going on
Aint no surprise, when you look into his eyes
Yeah, the lights are on, But nobodys home
Hes a man, With his old mans plans
Fight the Taliban, Fill the oil can up again
Bu theres another man, A man from Pakistan
Says You cant blame them, It was you who trained them to defend
And the old Cossacks, are dying to get back
To the good old days, Of the comrades at the gate
Theyre having those flashbacks, of all those kickbacks
When the state dished out, All the top jobs for your mates

And thats how it is, Thats how its always been
Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing
Its not my whish, That youre even listening
Im just trying, Trying to do my thing
Anything

Lovely smile, but that only lasts a while
Cos the gentle can turn to mental, Very serious
So I would run a mile, Cos they aint got as many missiles
But theres a lot more of them, Than there is of any of us
Hes only a little fella, But he can go hell for leather
But its not good enough, To be talking tough on TV
Cos if youre a yeller, And youre not a teller,
Then I cant see nothing, In his sh*t for me
And it must be neat, To join that exclusive clique
Where your only hope, Is to talk to a dope in a suit
Youre one small leap, With a scientific technique
To have the physique, Even a sheeps IQ

And thats how it is, Thats how its always been
Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing
Its not my whish, That youre even listening
Im just trying, Trying to do my thing
Anything