Don't ever ask us to define our morals   Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak   Some of us are all of us half-selves that love whole hopes   And hara-kiri heartbreak      There's almost nothing worse than never being real   Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear   If I had a gun, l'd pump your ethics full of lead   If I believed in meat, l'd eat a plateful of our dead      There's merit in destruction when it's done with your own hands   There's beauty in construction, resurrection, another chance   There's a you and I in union but just an I in our beliefs   There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's native      The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse   Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse   The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse   And a bleeding heart      When l'm in this state of reflection and you hand me whips   And two by fours, I could never bring them down, bring them down   Bring them down and beat the same horse as before   Bring them down, as before      I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds   Until a garden with our bullet laden morals will be found   I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds   Until a garden with our bullet laden morals will be found, will be found