Good Riddance

Forget the shadows of experimental bliss
And all the efforts to consolidate our pride
For we can fight just as well
We can send them all to hell
With all the pomp and production of a tidewater bell
We are the ciphers of old and we'll do as we're told
So long as units are sold throughout the night
So many lines in the sand that we can't understand
Revert to closing the ranks on every shortsighted plan
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