See how he run
See how he run
See how he never would pick up a gun
See how he jump like it was nothing on the Earth to hold him down
Gotta admit, that look like fun
It look like fun
The [ ] is fun when the war ain't done?
If the war ain't done, then the war ain't won
And you swore to uphold all the pillars of the federated something-some, uh, um
The song they used to hum at school
With the rules and the reasons to do all the things that you do
In the name of the thing
What the [ ] is the [ ] they sang?
But this man elevates, and it makes it seem insane
Asinine, even, assassinate him for what?
Justify treason to capture this feeling, has to be love
It's a dust on the heart, gotta get the rust off
It's a muscle, you must jumpstart
It's been a minute, isn't it a little bit bitter
To be intimate with the enemy anyway?
It is better to cut
That would make you a Dodger, too
True, but if that's really what you gotta do
You just admit it's a better ending
To end up defending the very enemy you meant to subdue