Field Sobriety
The Violent Years
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We've reached detente And found it wanting My old voice lost Not that I'm looking We felt so close This war was ours, ours We stood alone But no one came Watching 'till dawn Our fingers trembling Not looking up Knowing what we'd see Knowing we had lost Long as Ulysses Short by a couple of feet In extra innings Not that anybody bought seats These uniforms stink As tight as snow Jackboots have crushed in Along a highway Mud-streaked and dry Our fingers numb We cue the next run Like it's Verdun We're going over We're going over the top For what Reading my lines off the circling ceiling Hitting the bottle once more without feeling When I think of what could have been I start weeping Is it over, I hope so, I'm thinking Yeah I'm thinking Long as Ulysses Short by a couple of feet In extra innings Not that anybody bought seats This cost me some teeth "Et tu, ol' Buck?" Of fucking course I pulled the plug I've had enough I'm sick of fighting The war we lost To our shadows on the ceiling Standing so tall From where we're sitting Too weak to stand up
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