the neighbor boy is home from the war. his father's pride...it spills across the factory floor. and jimmy, in the paper, i saw you...holding that gun and i read the interview about the 234 and the blood in the sand of an oil rich land. while i was back home safe and clean. john and jimmy...say a prayer for us...the passive sinners. i bite my tongue. i shake your hand. yeah im still playing in that stupid band. 'cause we all do what we gotta do, boys we're all doign whatever we can.