Wanna see the marble men
And the guns of war
So I walk among the ghosts
And the trinket stores
Get behind a double decker bus
Filled with chaperones in blue
Trying to keep the troops in line
Like the officers used to do
The dead don't rise they burrow some
Wait for the carnival to be done
Orators urge the fight once more
Out here on this k**ing floor
The minnie balls and the cannister
The medal detector crews
Weighted down with booty
And designer marching shoes
Shake hands with Lincoln sir
You'll find him on the square
Wearing a pair of Nike's
With flowers in his hair
Charging up the rocky hill
A clenched fist to die and k**
Bug on the ground was a private in a corps
Out here on this k**ing floor
Come with me
Come with me
Home to Gettysburg
Come with me
Come with me
Home to Gettysburg
Electoral map...seccession states
They say we've come so far
How come both still look the same
On the frontseat of my car?
I've bled not a drop for my country sir
But I feel when others do
And I often wonder....in '63
If they asked me too....
I'm so tired of thanks and praise
And tripping over unknown graves
To hell with your god of war
Out here on this k**ing floor
Come with me
Come with me
Home to Gettysburg
Come with me
Come with me
Home to Gettysburg
So when I drive down Baltimore St
Does it matter worth a damn?
That I sometimes cry for me not them
At the kind of man I am
When dusk it settles out here
And the leaves just start to turn
And I'm alone I can hear it all
The bits we've never earned
Come with me
Come with me
Home to Gettysburg
Come with me
Come with me
Home to Gettysburg