So men are still at war in this land
For certain songs and certain dates
The tender gave way to the firebrand
And Europe gave way to the States
So now that money's all but scentless
Noses and consciences are clear
The pointless flowers can be dispensed with
To see a friend in tears
So our defeats are just reminders
Of death that waits behind it all
The body wilts before the mind does
Surprised to see how soon it falls
It's true our women have deceived us
All hunted species disappear
It's true we've shot the golden eagles
To see a friend in tears
It's true our cities are exhausted
There's a little run here and there, say from
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