Over and Out

We’ve got to go. We’ve got to go. We’ve got to go. We’ve got to go.
No, I’ve got to go. You’re moving too slow. I’m sorry —
«Oh, don’t leave me alone!» — but I’ve got to go.
When bombs start falling and bodies start flying,
Well I’m sorry boys but I’m not one for dying.
Oh, these times are hard on everyone.
The death of a nation, the rise of a tyranny.
I’m sure «God is great», but what’s in it for me?
Oh, these times will be the death of everyone.
If Church conquers State, have we reaped what we’ve sown?
And if I disagree is my mind still my own?
Oh, these thoughts will send me to an early grave.
If not for the soldiers who line all our streets,
A chaos so grand, destruction so complete.
Oh, who knew our houses would be our graves?
Will this sprawl never end? Will I not reach the limits?
These shrapnel and flames engulf everything in them.
If I lay down my head, just for a minute,
Will the world pass me by?