Hello people
This is the friend in me
Hallow ground speak
You hear me listening
Hello family
We got a (this is a) long way home
Another struggle
Another enemy
And may God bless you Mr. Rosewater
Not a dime to the ghost hunter
Slaughter in the bone meal
Make it hotter for the cold summer
And I heard it’s a long way home
And I ain’t going back
Nah don’t bother
Rather die on the slow hunger
Father and a Role Model
But we’re Born on the Road
And you know we alone
It’s a long way home
When that night hits
Cold air in my duct vents
A second behind my own breath let me catch up
I hope I find you a way
Off the beaten path
Beating a sore chest
Till the heart starts beating back
Fancy of me to notice
Write you an opus but not this
We don’t own it get it while it’s hopeless
Maybe my time was over before it began
Sitting on the shore line
City on the sea sand
Drinking memories like melted margaritas
But with a blank expression
So it’s hard to read us
Taking it all in letting it all out
Sick of the same shit sick it of it all now
Tell em I’m not right
Front on me on sight
Can’t tell em’ it’s all right
I’m fighting that good fight
But really what’s good
Nah, really what’s good
And I’ve been on to the break a dawn
No tongue No native song
No gun No pay to the cost
Lay the cross to the favorite son
Made it off for the maiden’s heart
Cross stitched in the vest
Where we made a mark
Far from the very start
Home never looked so bad
Fire on the watermark
Where the last wave broke
And the sidewalk fell apart
Hello people
This is the friend in me
Hallow ground speak
You hear me listening
Hello family
We got a (this is a) long way home
Another struggle
Another enemy
Hello to the dying
Hello to the living
Let it be Let it be
Today we walk
Tomorrow we run
We slept last week
So to all the young
No respect for the old
If no respect is given
We respect ourselves
Respect each other
Till the respect has risen
We were always listening
“You let us all go off to war and said
"Yea, team. Fight in Vietnam,"
And all this kinda shit
In 1965 through 1968
Now 1968 comes along and "Boo, team
Come on home," and all this shit
"And don't say nothin' about it, 'cause
We don't want to hear about it...
'cause it's upsetting
Around dinnertime."
“Well, Goddamn. It upset me
For a whole goddamn year
It upset a lot of people to the point
Where they're fuckin' dead, you know?
All this shit. You don't wanna hear
About it? I'll tell you every day
Make you sit out and puke
On your dinner, you dig?”
“Because you got me over there, and
Now you done brought me back here...
And you wanna forget it so somebody
Else can go do it somewhere else
Hell no. Uh-uh
You gonna hear it all.”
“Every day as long as you live, because
It's gonna be with me as long as I live
When I get up in the morning
When John gets up
When a lot of dudes
Sitting here get up
Man, their gut hurts
Because they got shot there.”
“I gotta put on an arm and a leg, 'cause
It ain't there no more, you dig?
Now, my man's got a hole in his stomach
He can't work right, you know?
You do something about that
Make that all disappear, you dig?
Make it all go away
With the 6:00 news.”
“Turn it off or switch it
To another channel
Uh-Uh. To hell with that, you dig?
It's here and it's for real
And it's gonna happen again
And, like, wow. The
Napalm hit, I grabbed this dude
Just put him up over my head
In the hole like that.”
“Fuckin' napalm went down the whole line
Just creamed everybody in the line
Thirty-five dudes, man, just burnt
Post-toasty to the bitter, you dig?
And that napalm was just drippin'
On both sides of this dude
He's dead, you know. I'm just holdin'
Him up, using him as a shield.”
