Mourn - Lysistrata

They always felt so complete

An inspiration to all

Three all American brothers

Wholesome to the core

A raw of gold and silver

Material proof of success

Taken from behind the glass

But not a clue was left

Three long years of searching

Crumbled, cracked and torn

Three long years of searching

Broken burned and worn

Three long years of searching

Crumbled, cracked and torn

Three long years of searching (searching)

Can’t just give up and mourn

A called up color comic

Masked by a pocket of denim

Pointing to the forehead of

The gas station attendant

Across the country’s asphalt

On stolen tanks of fuel

This old technique of thievery

An indispensable tool

Three long years of searching

Crumbled, cracked and torn

Three long years of searching

Broken burned and worn

Three long years of searching

Crumbled, cracked and torn

Three long years of searching (searching)

Can’t just give up and mourn

Forget

Give up and mourn

Move on

Give up and mourn

Drink up

Give up and mourn

Forget

Give up and mourn

Give up and mourn

Give up and mourn

Give up and mourn

Give up and mourn

That build up of rage

That tremor of

Has built up a faith

Of an unstoppable power

That bullets going somewhere

That bullets going somewhere

That bullets going somewhere

That bullets going somewhere

Right in the head of an innocent man

Forget

Give up and mourn

Move on

Give up and mourn

Drink up

Give up and mourn

Forget

Give up and mourn

Forget

Give up and mourn