You were my army and I would command

Attack the holy land

And you were that interstate

That I would roll my tanks down

And color my stunned

And wake the children when I'm done

And put the details in a jar

And bury them underwater

I came to see these battlegrounds (lost battle sounds)

And drove to the outskirts

With cars on blocks and houses run down

And color my stunned

And wake the children when I'm done

And put the details in a jar

And bury them underwater

We'll gather up the family now

Display our diseased organs

We'll call it pride; we'll celebrate tonight

Tax-free and always under priced

And color my stunned

And wake the children when I'm done

And put the details in a jar

And bury them underwater