I’m in the front row pew with a bleeding tattoo
Hair flaked with drying shampoo
I bury the grudge when I smell the blood
And lift up my jaw from the mud
Your daddy was a pawn, he screams from his lawn
Measured your uniform
Shell-shocked platoon staring through a tomb
Brainwashed back to the womb
Somehow your window was boarded and too narrow to find
Your spoon-fed horizon was garnished with arrogant pride
Your elders were raised to push you with their hands tied
Attracted by glossy brochures and pamphlets of lies
We’re glad you’re not dead, and here are your legs
You’re two months away from holding a pen
You can be a cashier but you’ll be in a chair
These pills make you numb between the ears
We’ll stand up and cheer as we go grab a beer
And maybe a team souvenir
Thanks for the sleep and for keeping gas cheap
You deserve more than just something to eat
Somehow your window was boarded and too narrow to find
Your spoon-fed horizon was garnished with arrogant pride
Your elders were raised to push you with their hands tied
Attracted by glossy brochures and pamphlets of lies
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