The enemy draws near,
As the smoke starts to clear...
Blood around the moon
during witching hour...
~~~~~~~o~
atlantis ahead...
Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...
Come grab yourself a bollard boy
And I'll spin you a dit...
You are told this is how a young man
finds honor, that to die for one's country...
I'm so all-American
I fit into a perfect plastic mold...
I do not know too much about that crazy war
Or what those old crazy people are fighting for...
With the push of a button
and the count of a score...
There is no morality
to the murder of innocents...
September 11th has come and gone.
Four years it has been since the nation was...
She sent him off
with hugs and kisses...