Buy me someplace nice
Bomb me someplace nice
Kids count fingers on rifles
The blood down the throat burns
Were only children
Can you hurt us like children?
And bury us with children?
We have no need for these children
Bulls are at the gate
Hang your heads

Hold a shovel behind your back
We can dig all night
Wires keep my mouth moving so i might choke when the words stop
Keep your mouth full, the trains keep coming