Nautical
The day that civil glory dismembered my civility
I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea,
Drowned the ancient east in western progress,
Custom and the least of all our pride and sentiments.
Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been put on trial.
Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend
That's ever been put on trial.
The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery;
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason,
The treacherous use.
Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep this fire burning
With the flesh of their would-be American daughters, daughters, daughters, daughters!
What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on?
Us who fought the monsters of our country's crowded closet,
Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn't flawless.
Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did,
Us who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet.
And I'm still a cigarette softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray.
I begged this place to let me burn, and it whispered, "burn away".