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Ill come back from the war but everything I touch seems to break
And I wont be the same man I wont 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 cant all join hands and sing hallelujah
When theres work to be done
Bring em back
But dont stop now youre still ahead
Dont get caught in pursuits like the rest
Dont get smart now your need it you knew
Back long before this twisted soul
Ill be someone youd rather not know
Ill be something that stings to believe
It wont stop the war
But dont stop now youre still ahead
Dont get caught in conceits like your dead
Dont get smart now you need it you knew
Back long before this twisted soul
Ill be something youd rather not know
Ill 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 fk in your room
When we laugh well 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