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  When I finally leave you baby, I'll lay backward when I go

 So I can see the fadin' sky, and not the traffic down below

 Your prophecies and hunches I'll follow to the letter

 I'm left to wonder how christ him self could have loved you better

  Oh them days, I barely remember them war star days

We failed to hijack the printing press, it wasn't for lack of nerves or skill

but we scrawled our manifesto on the back of our hotel bill

We beat the drums and rhythm and patronised the local pagans

and filled the fortune cookies with revolutionary slogans

oh them days, I barely remember them war star days

You were compelled to make arrangements with a Cyclops playin god

And you met beneath the evening, and spoke in only shrugs and nods

some compromising photo of the mighty shit disturber

The very face of privilege on a skeet shell with his father

oh them days, I barely remember them war star days

And if only one man blathers, and another man just kills

who then will remain behind, to purchase all of these automobiles

at the committee to disassemble, I sat in and I listened

and couldn't form an argument against any reason given

oh them days, I barely remember them war star days

When we left home for the wailing wall, we played along like diamond cards

at the school of holy lepers, we learned to tickle 'round the scars

we dug into our pockets and bandaged up the levee

and watch the sun for orders like a tribe of drunk Apaches

oh these days, I barely remember these war star days

We called on certain experts, to fish our flashlights from the well

When the weather station turned to ice, we figured it was just as well

oh but careful with your omens and don't raise a charm up neither

or like goddess snakes and mating balls we leave our love where ever

oh them days, I barely remember them war star days

So what of all the gluttonous mules, and the peacocks with the sin of pride

Do they get to tell their secrets, once barricaded safe inside

I was present when the judge condemned the paper mountain seven

and cried a nervous couplids they went bleeding off to heaven

oh them days, you'll barely remember them war star days

How many salesmen does it take, to condemn a moral soul to hell

one to make the pitch to you, and forty-five to ring the bells

we suck the dreamy feeling and count victories in kilos

and live among each other as we grow old with our heroes

oh them days, you'll barely remember these war star days

We sought to spread our various loves, on highways build of human bone

and wished away the hapless few, kept our seeds below their stones

we choose to keep our promise or choose to shake the doldrums

like a consecrated virgin with a collar in her bedroom

oh them days, i barely remember them war star days

There were bulls-eyes on our blankets, and a lions head for war

we were the lyin' disbelievin', it was the eve of evermore

in lighter in for similes of light we pined for order

as goon-eyed ghouls and warlords paint the Babylon on water

oh them days, you'll barely remember them war star days