weighed & found wanting (mongol horde)

Weighed & Found Wanting (Mongol Horde)

Mongol Horde - 1:58
Shot in the face, shot in the hip, shot in the leg,
Both ankles too and he kind of enjoyed it.
Escaped from the camp, jumped out the plane,
Chewed his own damn fingers off, and said he enjoyed it.
Fought in the first, fought with the Poles,
Fought in the second war and more, and still kind of enjoyed it.
Still found the time to write it all down, well some of it down,
Not the names of Women and children,
But still he enjoyed the war.

Take a good hard look at yourself,
Deal with the cards you were dealt,
You've got two eyes and two functioning arms,
But you're still a fucking weasel.
And it's not an empty pissing contest,
Because wide-eyed will always suckle the leaders,
And come the next gathering storm,
We'll be weighed and found wanting.

Bastard at birth, son of a king,
Swearing like a seasoned trooper, but he never surrendered.
Escaped through the hills, dressed in a sharp suit,
Walking solo to the border, and he never surrendered.
Saw through the reds, called Mao a cunt,
Broke up the dinners and the speeches and he never surrendered.
Understood well, better than most that somewhere deep down
Everybody has to decide a line that they will not cross.

Take a good hard look at yourself,
Deal with the cards you were dealt,
You've got two eyes and two functioning arms,
But you're still a fucking weasel.
And it's not an empty pissing contest,
Because wide-eyed always swallow their medicine,
And come the next gathering storm,
We'll be weighed and found wanting like a weakling child.

Despite the arch cynical pose, if we chose to,
There are still some things that we could defend,
And when the idealists start marching again,
You tell me, who is going to stop them?
This isn't some empty pissing contest,
But the wide-eyed can be relied on to pick the wrong side,
And come the next gathering storm,
We will be weighed and found wanting.

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