War brought us together   blew the world apart   you handed me the dagger   aimed towards your heart   and I was laughing   your eyes were televisions   high above the static   I'm waiting for an intermission      Paint it on the plaster   covered it with chalk   lined our mouths with alcohol   talked about the war that we were winning   it was on the television   the soldier boys were singing   and praying for an intermission      Some of you are happy   some of you are poor   some of you would kill yourselves just to be reborn   I hope you're happy   I hope your prayers are answered   I hope you feed your family    when my ashes scatter