The neighbor boy is home from the war
His father's pride
It spills across the factory floor
And Jimmy, in the paper, I saw you
Holding that gun
And I read the interview about the 234
And the blood in the sand of an oil rich land
While I was back home safe and clean
John and Jimmy
Say a prayer for us
The passive sinners
I bite my tongue
I shake your hand
Yeah, I'm still playing in that stupid band
'Cause we all do what we gotta do, boys

We're all doing whatever we can