Yes, a war is coming
[?] I kinda figure, what's the worst thing they could do to them?
I'll come back from the war
But everything I'll touch seems to break
And I won't be the same man
I won't be the same man you knew
And I was somewhat tickled by your gauge
Of your ticker tape parade
Now you know and you know that I know
We could dance all night here on their graves
God bless our black souls
I go to work, I punch a clock, I do the same thing day in and day out
Cause the serpent still sleeps
The serpent still eats
That black guard is still some integral part
Of those ideas we keep
So there was no desperate ache or pain
As I sent my little babe to the drawer
'Cause after all, after all, we can't all join hands to sing hallelujah
When there's work to be done
(Bring 'em back)
[?] I kinda figure, what's the worst thing they could do to them?
I'll come back from the war
But everything I'll touch seems to break
And I won't be the same man
I won't be the same man you knew
And I was somewhat tickled by your gauge
Of your ticker tape parade
Now you know and you know that I know
We could dance all night here on their graves
God bless our black souls
I go to work, I punch a clock, I do the same thing day in and day out
Cause the serpent still sleeps
The serpent still eats
That black guard is still some integral part
Of those ideas we keep
So there was no desperate ache or pain
As I sent my little babe to the drawer
'Cause after all, after all, we can't all join hands to sing hallelujah
When there's work to be done
(Bring 'em back)
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