Shot To Pieces

What fine judgement I see In the eyes of our world leaders Oh how beautiful life could be If it hadn't been shot to pieces Ooh Shot to pieces What secret music do I hear Upon the drums of my ear What great pleasure I feel I come from nowhere and I shall return Because of you people I will flee I see my late identity burn I come from nowhere (x4) What great pleasure I feel [how beautiful life could be] (x4)