I Am The One Who Will Remember Everything

Oh, what have we here, he must be three or four

Checking out of the booth on his way back to war

And he's not looking for a father or a mother

Just a seven year old brother

On this match line border camp of refugees

I am the one who will remember everything

I am the one who will remember everything

So where are we now, he must be five or six

Just running around, hungry kids, sharpen sticks

And he will grow with pain, and fear, and jealousy

Taking in by school of zealotry

Who trained orphans to make orphans evermore

I am the one who will remember everything

I am the one who will remember everything

I am the one who will remember everything

I am the one who will remember everything

We drink the smoke, we ride the noise

We drink the smoke, we ride the noise

And you say it's necessary

And you forget the ordinary