I'll come back from the war but everything I touch seems to break   And I won't be the same man I won't be the same man you knew   And I was somewhat tickled by your gauge of your tickertape parade   Now you know and you know that I know   We could dance all night here on their graves   God bless our black souls      Cause the serpent still sleeps   Cause the servant still eats   The black guard is still some integral part of the ideas we keep   And there was no desperate ache or pain   As I sent my little babe to the drawer   After all after all we can't all join hands and sing hallelujah   When there's work to be done      Bring 'em back   But don't stop now you're still ahead   Don't get caught in pursuits like the rest   Don't get smart now your need it you knew   Back long before this twisted soul   I'll be someone you'd rather not know   I'll be something that stings to believe      It won't stop the war   But don't stop now you're still ahead   Don't get caught in conceits like your dead   Don't get smart now you need it you knew   Back long before this twisted soul   I'll be something you'd rather not know   I'll be something that stings to believe      Not me! As I kick and claw home in a box   Or find a place, job to claim, eat my heart   Hope I choke, hope I stroke, catch the flu   In you arm, the chair, the family heirlooms   The wife resents kids that fuck in your room   When we laugh we'll be laughing at you   When you circle your draining fish bowl   Sell your house, sell your car, sell your soul   Spend your whole life just praying to spend your life