Some People Never Get Their Feet On

Evil Is Done In Hopes That Evil Surrenders, But The Deeds Of The Devil Are Burned Too Deep In The Embers, And World Of Hunger In Vengeance Will Always Remember.

One Legged Veterans Will Greet The Dawn, And They're Whistling Marches As They Mow The Lawn, And The Gargoyles On Sit And Grieve.

Call It Peace Or Call It Treason / Call It Love Or Call It Reason / But I Ain't Marching Anymore

And I Won't Be Laughing At The Lies When I'm Goneand I Can't Question How Or When Or Why When I'm Gonecan't Live Proud Enough To Die When I'm Goneso I Guess I'll Have To Do It While I'm Here.

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...