Modern Life Is War

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, I'm still playing in that stupid band. ‘Cause we all do what we gotta do, boys. We're all doing whatever we can.