You gonna get on that plane?
Your toothless friends
Are knocking at the door
And I'm shuffling and dealing their future
As best I can
You're 1,000 miles away
Blasting perceptions
Recreating the truth
Whose side are you on?
Crawling on your fucking knees
Through fields of scrap metal
That war was over years ago
So when are you going to come home?
There's no one left to fight
And I've got the survivors in line
Ribs visible through sallow skin
All sour breath and sunken eyes
The ransom's been paid
So many lives for one sad life
We've all played the hand we were dealt
Now we're waiting for you to do what's right.