marched from a burning ship into a rained out parade with a bottle and a bible the dregs are armed to the teeth
we traded distinction and praise for the tedious claim that we were wed in the trenches while college boys pine for loveless exchange
we carry the fragments from detonated eyes embedded under our bones we've spilled blood for the sake of fitting skin to the frame but our moneys is no good here and our memorial has veered off the road
the locals will bury my wandering eyes at the docks of the potters field where the rifles of ranking men are equipped with 21 silencers
at 'em boys give 'er the gun
at 'em boys give 'er the gun
I'm the richest man in town
I'm the richest man in town
faith, stand down five your wings to the boredom that resurrected my soul
crash the car if the motor won't turn over, glory be to god
jumped from the disloyal waves back up to the bridge
renounced the warmth of the turbulent grave
I found blood on my lips from a covetous kiss and I hope that my home tips its glass to it