The Battle of Hampton Roads

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  • Tonight, two great ships will pull back to their ports
    Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports
    And in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore
    And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse
    But to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts
    Because we have been told that if you've been assured
    There's a way to live the values your forefathers gave you
    Prepare to be told, "That shit's gay dude"
    But I guess that what they say is true
    And there is no race more human, no one throws it away like they do

    The things I used to love I have come to reject
    The things I used to hate I have learned to accept
    And the worst of the three you now have to expect
    Satan ain't hard to see you without craning your neck
    He'll be seventy-some inches tall
    He'll be chugging a beer and he'll be grabbing his balls
    He's a remote explosive waiting for someone to call
    He's just eighteen for now but hes going to murder us all

    Solidarity's gonna give a lot less than it'll take
    Is there a girl at this college who hasn't been raped?
    Is there a boy in this town that's not exploding with hate?
    Is there a human alive ain't looked themselves in the face
    Without winking or saying what they mean without drinking
    Who will believe in something without thinking
    "What if somebody doesn't approve?"
    Is there a soul on this earth that isn't too frightened to move?

    I think the wrong people got a hold of your brain
    When it was nothing but a piece of putty
    Though try as you may but you will always be a tourist
    Little buddy
    And half the time, I open my mouth to speak
    It's to repeat something that I've heard on TV
    And I've destroyed everything that wouldn't make me more like Bruce Springsteen
    So I'm going back to New Jersey, I do believe they've had enough of me

    So when I leave Boston, my tail is between my legs
    After deep cuts of patience and drunk to the dregs
    And now I'm heading west on 84 again
    And I'm as much of an asshole as I've ever been
    And there is still nothing about myself I respect
    Still haven't done anything I did not later regret
    I have a hand and a napkin when I'm looking for sex
    And that's no one to talk to when feeling depressed
    And so now when I drink, I'm going to drink to excess
    And when I smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest
    And when I scream, I will scream until I'm gasping for breath
    And when I get sick, I will stay sick for the rest
    Of my days peddling hate at the back of a Chevy Express
    Each one a fart in the face of your idea of success
    And if this be thy will, then fuckin' pass me the cup
    And I'm sorry dad, no, I'm not making this up!

    But, my enemy, it's your name on my lips as I go to sleep
    And I know what little I've known of peace
    Yes, I've done to you what you've done to me
    And I'd be nothing without you, my darling, please don't ever leave
    Please don't ever leave
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    Please don't ever leaveWriter/s: Patrick Stickles
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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