Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.
In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.
Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.
The people in my songs are all me.