my new one sing. I'll spit in the face of my past cause it doesn't even matter anymore. I know memories are all you have, but mine aren't worth living for
our past "the rockets red glare the bombs bursting in air" We fly our flags at half mast It's hard to take pride in young wasted lives Picture this a
! Charge 'em for the lice Extra for the mice Two percent for looking in the mirror twice Here a little slice There a little cut Three percent for sleeping
Set out for this World's end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it's worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine
side! Charge 'em for the lice Extra for the mice Two percent for looking in the mirror twice Here a little slice There a little cut Three percent for
