A war fought
In a memorial hall
Blood on the pages
Foot off the ball
Angry young men
Girls with viscous hearts
But let me give you an explanation
Set for you a scene
My six string machine gun
With sunlight clouds and evergreens
Talk to me of freedom
Talk now and then of peace to me
Lease the land of my reason
Free me from a past identity
Or any other bollocks
That you think I might
Then forget to get even
Forget to think of right
Forget to fall all over in love
Or worse; forget to hold you by the hand
