i'll come back from the war but everything i 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 cause the serpent still sleeps the servant 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) but don't stop now you're still ahead don't get caught in pursuits like the rest don't get smart now you need it we knew back long before this twisted soul i'll be something you'd rather not know i'll be something that stings to believe it won't stop the war (bring 'em back) but don't stop now you're still ahead don't get caught in conceits like your dad don't get smart now you need it we knew back long before this twisted soul i'll be something you'd rather not know this was something we choose to believe not me! as i kick and claw home in a box find a place, job to claim, eat my heart hope i choke, hope i stroke, catch the flu in your arm, your chair, your family heirlooms wife resents kids that f** in your room when we laugh we'll be laughing at you when you circle your draining fish bowl sell your house, sell your car, sell your soul spend your whole life just praying to spend your life