Lyrics

Soldiers pray for nickels and dimes
Silver draped on sunken eyes
First born came before first bride
Longer he lives he longs to die

Dug a ditch to fill with lime
Never wanted, never wanted it
Always spare a butterfly
Broken glass for compound eyes
Tyrannicide

Daughter went so cold
Muscle, fasciae, bone and dirt
Flooded engine stroke
Bodies laid to rest
Timid, turn to smoke

Father went so broke
Ended up like Job
Faces in the crowd turn to gold
Bodies laid to rest
Timid, turn to smoke

You want to
You want to
But I bet you won't
Timid, turn to smoke