Need More Bandages
Stockpile of ammunition in wooden crates
Stenciled with exotic ports of call
White rags stuffing up glass jugs
Clean-burning over proof alcohol
I did not seek out the mission
But the mission found me
Twenty-one years old
I mean to learn what it's like to be free
We're going to need more bandages
We're going to need more bandages
Cheap overseas tobacco
Hidden treasures within
You can even smoke it if you're desperate
We do get desperate now and again
I am not the first to follow the pain
Just a cog in the machine
I'm just here to run interference
Dancing like a fly on the screen
We're going to need more bandages
We're going to need more bandages
More bandages, more shovels
When the shovels break
We've still got our fingernails
Why wait until tomorrow?
Victory awaits with the dawn
If we all get blown to pieces
We can leave a nasty mark when we're gone
I did not hunt down the moment
It found me in a dream
Struck down as a warning to the others
Nothing without my brothers
