Sad willow lost the will to
Weep And bow to dying
Swan Touching 90 Midnight Mid-July
Were crouching by the
Pond Taking shots at those unwary
Taking shots at piles
Of cans Don't you smear my face paint
Honey Keep that
Shaky hand Pressed to your mouth Out here
We're on our own And yeah
We're probably surrounded Could
Call it quit's
Right now And simply throw the
Bloody towel in Heads
Hung low Hands in the air I'm sorry Hell
I'm sorry And when they least
Expect it We shall take
'em in a blaze of glory See the future
See the chalk lines In our
Last embrace We'll take
You home We'll light your path Make my day