Fire And Wings

Roll on out the grand parade

Send up all the fire and wings.

The butcher here to gut the day.

And spill out the sudden king.

All the bravest boys, waiting for the world to end.

I never knew you all that well.

Your rifle came before your name.

Our mothers share a slice of hell,

Smoking under heavy rain.

All the bravest boys, waiting for the world to end.

And all the bravest boys

Are waiting for the world to end,

For the world to end.

And all their favourite toys,

Are buried there beside their friends,

If the world will end.

Over it before it began.

Huddled on our shadowed hill.

The town is a fallen steed.

Chocolate milk and wounded birds,

The rumours in the trembling leaves.

And all the bravest boys,

Are waiting for the world to end,

For the world to end.

Over it before it began.

And all their favourite toys,

Are buried there beside their friends,

If the world will end.

Over it before it began.

All the bravest boys, waiting for the world to end.