Rebel Funeral March-User

This war machine cannot be seen by your or me Deep inside your mother? s womb a fire burns. Got to get me in to War?. There were delays And indecision And into the mountains They ran in droves Got to get Deep inside your fathers wound a creature sirs Can you feel his glassy eye of doom as he feeds you lies? I'm going down town, downtown, have a real good time Going to the Brickyard, and the Cobalt, we? ll have a real good time Got to get me into war There were delays And indecision And into the mountain They ran in droves Got to get You? re not the one You? re not the one You? re not the one You? re not the one You? re not my Maryann You? re not my Wonderland I'm just no superstar You? re not my Wonderland She arrived in a silver car He was armed to the teeth yet he knew he was beat As he lookup down into her eyes With a hole in his a** as he laid in the grass And she laughed as she watched him cry, die, lie?.