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 tickertape 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

Cause the servant still eats

The black guard is still some integral part of the ideas we keep

And there was no desperate ache or pain

As I sent my little babe to the drawer

After all after all we can't all join hands and 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 your need it you knew

Back long before this twisted soul

I'll be someone you'd rather not know

I'll be something that stings to believe



It won't stop the war

But don't stop now you're still ahead

Don't get caught in conceits like your dead

Don't get smart now you need it you knew

Back long before this twisted soul

I'll be something you'd rather not know

I'll be something that stings to believe



Not me! As I kick and claw home in a box

Or find a place, job to claim, eat my heart

Hope I choke, hope I stroke, catch the flu

In you arm, the chair, the family heirlooms

The wife resents kids that fuck 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