The s*** hits the town when the Chrysler plant shuts down. I signed on as a soldier becuase nobody gets older in that neverland. I tried to find a sign, of my captains grand design. But soon I would be learning that every bush was burning in that heathen sand.
But Our Lady of Pompeii you are...Pretty in Gray in his arms of clay. But what were you going to say before?
Everybody fights a war.
Everybody fights a war.
Everybody fights a war...but you. You're just waiting for your black nightengale.
I think about the band, write the letters you return unopened. The days bleed together but I am never severed and no one is saved.
But at the end of days, blood will flood out of their graves, the the children that we murdered...the children we deserted when we could have been brave.
But Our Lady of Pompeii you are...Pretty in Gray in his arms of clay. But what were you going to say before?
Everybody fights a war. Everybody fights a war. Everybody fights a war...the ditches are full of witches, but a saint dies with her boots on.
But Our Lady of Pompeii you are...Pretty in Gray in his arms of clay. But what were you going to say before?
Everybody fights a war.
Everybody fights a war.
Everybody fights a war...but you. You're just waiting for your black nightengale.
I think about the band, write the letters you return unopened. The days bleed together but I am never severed and no one is saved.
But at the end of days, blood will flood out of their graves, the the children that we murdered...the children we deserted when we could have been brave.
But Our Lady of Pompeii you are...Pretty in Gray in his arms of clay. But what were you going to say before?
Everybody fights a war. Everybody fights a war. Everybody fights a war...the ditches are full of witches, but a saint dies with her boots on.