When the dead men stop to see us flop,
it’s the icing on the cake.
There are always ears that can hear your fears,
watchful eyes on your mistakes.
On the day you breakdown, “There’s no escape now!”
A hope that you decry.
As you lay down stay down, there is no way out
and no way to retry.
So let the lessons that you learned in training
help you to win the war,
a fighting chance for a morning after
is all we are asking for.
So let the truths that you heard in passing
help you to raise your score,
a fighting chance for a morning after
is all we are asking for.
As the colors fade for the prices paid,
it’s the insult to injury.
Helpless casualties of the maddened pleas
of a stranger and his fury.
On the day you surrender, “Is this the end, or
is there more hell to pay?”
They might try to pretend for a momentary splendor
that everything will be okay.
So let the wisdom from all of your forebears
help you to break down the door,
a fighting chance for a morning after
is all we are asking for.
So let the mercy from all of your rivals
help you to soften your core,
a fighting chance for a morning after
is all we are asking for.
In a moment’s notice, life got hopeless
and the years flashed before your eyes.
As you lay there broken, no one noticed
and it sadly came as no surprise.
When you cried out, “Save me!” You went crazy,
or at least that’s what you had presumed.
For your prayers were answered, like cures to cancer,
and the savior who saved you was you.
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