The Midwest Quiet - Exit Wounds Lyrics
Spent the summer touring bible collegesand playing football with future marinesWho would strangle their mothers with telephone wiresAnd make their fists fly at the first sign of greenSpent November trailing Scientologistsand ringing doorbells with small town policeWho would bury their brothers in hollowed-out tree trunksAnd then grind their bones into shiny jewelryWhen I came home, my table was setWhen I saw you, I tried to forgetHow long this life goes on for some like youSpent my winter hearing radio silenceand reading letters from lonely naval plebesWho would ship off to battle Kuwaiti firesand send their stories to hometown diocesesWhen I came home, my table was setWhen I saw you, I tried to forgetHow long this life goes on for some like you