John and Jimmy
The neighbor boy is home from the war. his father's pride...it spills across the factory floor. and jimmy, in the paper, I saw you...holding that gun and I read the interview about the 234 and the blood in the sand of an oil rich land. while I was back home safe and clean. john and jimmy...say a prayer for us...the passive sinners. I bite my tongue. I shake your hand. yeah I'm still playing in that stupid band. 'cause we all do what we gotta do, boys we're all doing whatever we can.
Autor(es): Modern Life Is War
