Wildlife In America

Back before Back in our school days You were wild-eyed Before the damage was done We tasted that fear in our mouths on Sundays But you know You know it's not living When the wildfires Were burning out on the lawn You held your arms out Primed for the ready line With your crusader cross And your small-dose amphetamine Gunning for the hours when the sparks rain down But you can't remember Which was the last war Or who it is now When every shadow is a Saladin Look at me You must be dreaming We must be dreaming Now they've gone Scaled up and on the roads They roll their heavy ranks over With an ancient song "Stay away from old thoughts Old doubts and old feelings." But keeping it so far down isn't easy And you know it's too late Late for a last war And it's too late To back out of (your) real life Into firelight You must be dreaming We must be dreaming Billy's in position He's rolling into town Kicking in the door That fucker's never coming down He feels the slightest murmuration A shiver in the heat Skinny dogs and safety glass that's shattered in the street It looks like diamonds You've got your mother's eyes You've got your father's heart Look what it did to him, did to him, did to him, did to him