Requiem For The Masses

<br>(Terry Kirkman)<br>Requiem aeternam, requiem aeternam<br>Mama, mama, forget your pies<br>Have faith they won`t get cold<br>And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky<br>Your flag is flying full<br>At half mast, for the matadors<br>Who turned their backs to please the crowd<br>And all fell before the bull<br>Red was the color of his blood flowing thin<br>Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin<br>Blue was the color of the morning sky<br>He saw looking up from the ground where he died<br>It was the last thing ever seen by him<br>Kyrie Eleison<br>Mama, mama, forget your pies<br>Have faith they won`t get cold<br>And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky<br>Your flag is flying full<br>At half mast, for the matadors<br>Who turned their backs to please the crowd<br>And fell before the bull<br>Black and white were the figures that recorded him<br>Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in<br>Black and white was the question that so bothered him<br>He never asked, he was taught not to ask<br>BUt was on his lips as they buried him<br>Rex tremendae majestatis<br>Requiem aeternam, Requiem aeternam<br>----------------------------------------------------------