That day that he died a thunderstorm broke the telephone wires   then years later you found his letters but their meaning was mysterious and vague      So "welcome to the fight," your uncle said as he left the room   and remember when I first met you; and you told me what this symmetry would mean      Here comes the battle   a brand new era   So we're old children   let's fight those bastards down      This is how we sleep without a home. Embryonic half-parental you're awake.   "This is not the life that I had planned," count the seconds between the lightning strikes      Here comes the battle   a brand new era   so we're old children   let's fight those bastards down   Make a decision   This desperation   Make a decision   C'mon let's hit em where it hurts