Makes No Difference

I see in your eyes that they don’t refuse
And I see in those same eyes a huge reflection
Of whatever the back-drop sees
And you’ll wipe it good and you’ll wipe it clean
And say, «I'll see you in the death machine tomorrow
Unless somebody’s god intervenes.»
And I’ll see you there but you sure won’t see me
I see in your eyes that they look over
To bluer sky and greener clover
But you’re only allowed to see through me
And I walk home and I try to sleep
But it’s quiet in the death machine this evening
Since I left the pub with the key
And I’d give it you back but you’d only foot the bill on me
And so the tiller man will take hold
The shady bastards will come to make you bleed
And you’ll wipe it good and you’ll wipe it clean
And say, «I'll see you in the death machine tomorrow
Unless somebody’s god intervenes.»
And the day will come and it’ll make no difference to me