War man takes the fall even though he's sitting right at home
Even though he's just a metronome in the basement
When he stays awake through the evening and the morning change
Through the hours of the night brigade, we cry for him to sleep
Driving down to the river bank and sliding through the mud filled trail
Please don't be the one to kill us all
And cell phones make me never wanna pick up, just because
Just because
War man takes the car to the bunker where he got his scars
To the place she's never seen before, she feels some patience
When they take the tour, they see the relics and the paper floors
She sees the walls she's never seen before, she feels the hatred