They’re closing in, I switched the pictures, painted all the walls I hung
The medals, hid the magazines. As caped crusaders crawled down Freedom
Street… Guns of Liberation ushered in the dawn. One guy wears an
Eyepatch while the other wears a tie. One will play the liberator, one
Will run and hide. I hear the cannons crack a mile down Freedom Street —
Out of sight (out of mind). The ninth wave claimed a thousand while
Another thousand fled. I’m getting low on beans and marmalade. I share my
Bed with locust girl, she flies through the cracks across my head. She’s
Always on my side… I’m always on your side… We are on your side…
