Salute my sisters; salute my brothers, out on the front line for the politics of others. Lord, bring them home (with their ammunitions full). Lord, bring them home

Because when it's over, I'm not looking for rebirth. Just dress my bones up and lay them in the earth. I need the rest. Oh lord, I need the rest

And I'm just waiting for the bells to start a' tolling, across the river where the water's overflowing

Maybe the angels need to carry me in, kicking and screaming and clinging to my skin

And maybe life is like the autumn trees, and I'm just one of many very mortal leaves. Just praying to the fates that we survive the freeze

But there's at least a hundred reasons why I should go to heaven when I die, so I'll just sit and patiently await my time

Oh, I can hear it, the song of huddled masses, singing and yearning for better social classes. I don't know anything about it so I let it go

Because when it's over I'm not looking for rebirth. Just dress my bones up and lay them in the earth. I need the rest. Oh lord, I need the rest

Because no one really can explain the rest; what's gonna happen to us after death. Can it really be the same for everybody? And no one really can predict the rest; what's gonna happen to us after death. Can it really be the same for everybody?