Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Suicide Bombers…

Don’t let em play with bombs and hidin in trucks,
Make em be Doctors and Lawyers and such

Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Suicide Bombers…

They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
Even with someone they love

A bomber ain easy to love, an he’s harder to hold,
He’d rather give you an arm than diamonds or gold
One-pull bomb triggers and old faded devices,
And each night begins a new fire
If you don’t understand him
An he don’t die young,
He’ll prob’ly just blow himself up


That’s as far as I got. Can’t make out the rest of this song too accurately… Maybe later when I take a look at the lyrics.

6 comments:

mixedblessings89 said...

Hmm... is this actually your song, or your interpretation of the situation?

mixedblessings89 said...

Ooooo I found st for you:
http://healthyandtasty.blogspot.com/
Is really good...

Jerry said...

Nah, was just listening to it and thought it would be...interesting to substitute "cowboy" for "suicide bomber"...

And I thought you said you can't learn cooking by reading? :D

mixedblessings89 said...

You can't, but if you already possess some rudimentary skills, then this blog is just great. Yum.

Jerry said...

If THAT's "simple recipes",I'm as good as dead...

Jerry said...

But thanks anyway :D