Complicated Situation Songtext
von Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Well, everything′s so different now, a scream which fills the air
And haunts the smallest children's sleep upon the floor
"Where have they gone?", you′ll hear them say
With smiles meant to cry
As they wind a watch wrapped on a wrist and quickly look away

And four and six have come and gone
Five times before they're seen
And upon the lips of everyone a curse they've never dreamed
Yeah, upon the lips of everyone a curse they′ve never dreamed


It′s a complicated situation
It's a complicated situation, mama
I′m a complicated situation

"The young must be our sacrifice", they say with crippled grins
The eyes of youth must lose their way and stumble here within
So the sleeping children were awoke in time to haze their eyes

So was never known on which they choked
Through the books of older time
So was never known on which they choked
Through the books of older time

It's a complicated situation
It′s a complicated situation, mama
I'm a complicated situation