XL Recordings - The Battle of Hampton Roads lyrics

Tonight, two great ships will pull back to their ports Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse But to shiver and shake and make sh** in their shorts Because we have been told that if you've been a**ured There's a way to live the values your forefathers gave you Prepare to be told, "That sh**'s gay dude" But I guess that what they say is true And there is no race more human, no one throws it away like they do The things I used to love I have come to reject The things I used to hate I have learned to accept And the worst of the three you now have to expect Satan ain't hard to see you without craning your neck He'll be seventy-some inches tall He'll be chugging a beer and he'll be grabbing his balls He's a remote explosive waiting for someone to call He's just eighteen for now but hes going to murder us all Solidarity's gonna give a lot less than it'll take Is there a girl at this college who hasn't been raped? Is there a boy in this town that's not exploding with hate? Is there a human alive ain't looked themselves in the face Without winking or saying what they mean without drinking Who will believe in something without thinking "What if somebody doesn't approve?" Is there a soul on this earth that isn't too frightened to prove? I think the wrong people got a hold of your brain When it was nothing but a piece of putty Though try as you may but you will always be a tourist Little buddy And half the time, I open my mouth to speak It's to repeat something that I've heard on TV And I've destroyed everything that wouldn't make me more like Bruce Springsteen So I'm going back to New Jersey, I do believe they've had enough of me So when I leave Boston, my tail is between my legs After deep cuts of patience and drunk to the dregs And now I'm heading west on 84 again And I'm as much of an a**hole as I've ever been And there is still nothing about myself I respect Still haven't done anything I did not later regret I have a hand and a napkin when I'm looking for s** And that's no one to talk to when feeling depressed And so now when I drink, I'm going to drink to excess And when I smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest And when I scream, I will scream until I'm gasping for breath And when I get sick, I will stay sick for the rest Of my days peddling hate at the back of a Chevy Express Each one a fart in the face of your idea of success And if this be thy will, then f**in' pa** me the cup And I'm sorry dad, no, I'm not making this up! But, my enemy, it's your name on my lips as I go to sleep And I know what little I've known of peace Yes, I've done to you what you've done to me And I'd be nothing without you, my darling, please don't ever leave Please don't ever leave