Short back and sides,
Dinner plate eyes blown wide. A pigeon chested young man, a brother steps out of a tomb of toxicity and ruin, spent his money on cheap wine. Hold me I'm only a moment away, hold me I'm only a moment away.
The dogs on the street sing your praises the heat saps the sweat from your skin.
The war is nearly done man. Are you ready for the Healing.
Shaken by a surname, succinct. Waiting in the wings we watched. A face frozen like the hands of Cleary's clock stop, the war is nearly done are you ready for the Healing.
I Billy no mates standing at the school gates, I spy a poster for the French foreign legion. I'm going to join their ranks with my grandfather's blade with my beacon and my brush, new tattoo and a limp. Oh Julie Anne with those eyes of opals, the herd spat at you just for being open. A bastion of youth in a world that's ripped right open, the softly spoken truth brigade.
Hold me I'm only a moment away.
Hold me I'm only a moment away.
The man on the street, let's the air at his feet.
Somebody dies, a child gets born.
The war is nearly done man. Are you ready for the Healing?