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At Least Not Anymore
Is the home team still on fire
Or have they burned out their flame
Are the Texans still a ridin'
If so what a shame
Is my brother still an embarrassment
Still screaming the name
Of a past girl and a lover
Who thought he was lame
Is the old man still immortal
Is the neighbor still a quack
Does Sally still skip in the meadow
Stretching from the city to the shacks
Are people still in shackles
From a law they can't obtain
Screaming and a shoutin'
Screeching the government's name
Are the guns still blazing
Over things that cannot change
How many boys have been killed
With grown men all to blame
Is the marching band still playing
The same sound a thousand times
Is the boy down the block
Still looking mighty fine
Is the mayor still apologizing
About all these wars
And promising the same thing
That there won't be no more
How many boys have been drafted
Every single one in town
Not even knowing
They'll all be six feet underground
What happened to the giggling
Of the girls who could not see
That the boys didn't love them
They only love she
Why is there fighting
Have all the deaths been in vain
Sally doesn't frolic no more
She only cries in pain
There is no more home team
To play any games
The Texans are long gone
And it really is a shame
My brother found another girl
Her name is Irma Lee
She says she can't love anyone
Under twenty three
The old man kicked the bucket
The neighbor is still a quack
The people are still in shackles
Blaming everyone else for their lacks
The guns are still blazing
Nothing has changed
Most of the boys are departed
With the men still to blame
The marching band only plays death marches
Four times a day
Every song for a boy
Six feet under is where he will soon lay
The boy came back
Just not as fine
But with a year
He'll be ready to shine
The mayor is still apologizing
About the same things
Not even acknowledging
The major dings
Irma Lee is pregnant
From another Man
My brother is back to chasing
Hoping I will understand
Every bullet kills a person
Over a billion were fired
Is anyone else with these wars
Getting Tired
What happened to the wedding shoppe
Has it closed its doors
Well there isn't anyone to buy their things
At least not anymore
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