You were my army
And I would command
"Attack the holy land"

And you were that interstate
That I would roll my tanks down

So color me stunned
And wake the children when done
And keep the details in a jar
And bury them underwater

I went to see this battleground and battlesound
Then drove to the outskirts
With cars on blocks and houses run down

So color me stunned
And wake the children when done
And keep the details in a jar
And bury them underwater