Lyrics

Thunder rolls in dulcet tones Mount Herzl cemetery, with flag-draped coffins full And when their war was lost, the smell was clean and sweet Where at last the flowers bloomed along the road to Galilee Where sunbirds will fly Where before fire filled the sky Old guards will die With nobody around to say goodbye I'm not hedging bets on the afterlife I'm not breaking bread with the civilized It's already gone, it's already ovеr and it's done It's ink dried upon the sеtting sun So grab your coat as we're ushered out the door Speak your piece to the ether on the cold walk home Post-script and shuffled on, dwindling halcyon Decorative ends and odds, a living epilogue I am an emblem of an era out of time I never bothered once to try to stem the tide The excesses and petty vice The last things left to sacrifice I'm not hedging bets on the afterlife I'm not breaking bread with the civilized It's already gone, it's already over and it's done It's ink dried upon the setting sun I'm not losing sleep over the terrorized I'm not shedding tears for the parasites What's done, it is done We are living in the fallout, everyone With no quarter in the world to come