[Verse 1]
So it's pennies on the dollar at the bottom of a wishing well
The histories of scholars and the pages full of stories they tell
Now pissing curses the wind as she yells

[Chorus]
Those ghosts are easy to find we left the bodies behind
Now all the water's on fire, strangled with a telegraph wire

[Verse 2]
No one can remember that we buried the bones
Beneath the strip malls and suburban homes
Now spitting curses even the stones

[Chorus]
Those ghosts are easy to find we left the bodies behind
Now all the water's on fire, strangled with a telegraph wire

[Outro]
I don't wanna be no soldier and make my momma cry
I don't wanna be no business man, oh today is a good day to die