Lost are the tales of a younger man
Once tall and full of life
Sad is the night that digs his grave
What is the cost of freedom?
What do we have to leave them?
They say we made the world safe for democracy
So were dead for idiocracy?
God damn mediocrity
Clouds cry for the trenches that smell of the dead
Shattered dreams leave nothing but forgotten souls
A Return to Normalcy
They don't tell me things are normal
Is fighting Europe's wars for them normal?
Is burying your children normal?
Is half a million dead normal?
Then don't tell me things are normal
I laugh in the face of such accusations
Am I getting some strange translations?
I speak of the boys who answered the cried of the Lusitania
I speak of the boys who stuck their bayonets in the Kasier
I speak of the Lost Generation