Salute my sisters; salute my brothers, out on the front line for the politics of others. Lord, bring them home (with their ammunitions full). Lord, bring them home
Because when it's over, I'm not looking for rebirth. Just dress my bones up and lay them in the earth. I need the rest. Oh lord, I need the rest
And I'm just waiting for the bells to start a' tolling, across the river where the water's overflowing
Maybe the angels need to carry me in, kicking and screaming and clinging to my skin
And maybe life is like the autumn trees, and I'm just one of many very mortal leaves. Just praying to the fates that we survive the freeze
But there's at least a hundred reasons why I should go to heaven when I die, so I'll just sit and patiently await my time
Oh, I can hear it, the song of huddled ma**es, singing and yearning for better social cla**es. I don't know anything about it so I let it go
Because when it's over I'm not looking for rebirth. Just dress my bones up and lay them in the earth. I need the rest. Oh lord, I need the rest
Because no one really can explain the rest; what's gonna happen to us after d**h. Can it really be the same for everybody? And no one really can predict the rest; what's gonna happen to us after d**h. Can it really be the same for everybody?