Broad incision sits across the evening
A victem to our fathers lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead
In silent secret
The pioneers in dealing with it they march for dawn, for Will, and worry
The truth be told the child was born

Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
we'll have you dead pretty soon now...
So tell me what for?
Why for this bloodless savior?
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon now...

A lurking motion with curious to curtain your first move
Oh through arms length they'll break protocol
Childish envy for the youngest one
To be the hero is all i'll ask
Can I be buried here among the dead?
With room to honor me here in the end
You'll be better off too soon
You'll be better off when you get home

The pioneers in dealing with it they'll march for dawn, for Will, and worry
The truth be told the child was born

Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon now...
So tell me what for?
Why for this bloodless savior?
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon now...

For you i'd do anything
Just to make you happy hear you tell me that your proud of me
For them i'll kill anything
Cut the throats of babies for them break they're hearts or lay with them
Waiting for you to say "I love you too"

The navigator, the piolet, her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
The navigator, the piolet, her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift

Will, do the children really understand the things you did to them?
And why...
Oh why shouldn't they conjure up the will for you my love I would kill HIM
we're coming home pretty soon...soon...
Coming home...

In the seventh turning hour
Will the victems shadow fold
Should the irony grow hungry
With the victory and all they sought for
we were one upon the fence
One upon the fence

We're...
We're...
Coming...
Coming...
Now we're coming home...
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon now...
So tell me what for?
Why for this bloodless savior?
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon
Till then...