All up in Arms

I was just a boy
Shooting at the lake
Ending lives
A weep would overtake
I’ve been burdened by a love
In the Montana grace
I am burdened by a serial
Comical waste
And I don’t know where
To go from here
Bones hold me up
Don’t tie me down
I’m all fed up
Stuck in this town
Church on every corner
I’m sick of the sound
When the music’s over
I can’t be found
And I don’t know where
To go from here
Here we are again
All up in arms again
It was a story when
We were there
And these memories
They will mean nothing you see
If I just let them be
And not teach me