It was silent in Manhattan when the mountains tumbled down
With waves of dust that scoured the streets
'Til words themselves were drowned
It's a book of moving Polaroids
Jumpers jump and eyeballs bleed
A trail of tears to Jersey, and the skyline on her knees
It's already done
There's a hole in Pennsylvania where the White House might've been
'Cause bad men learned to fly grenades, but good ones pulled the pins
The Allegheny sings her prayers, a heroes' mass, a single grave
Confetti 'cross the forest marks the ticker-tape parade
It's already done
Yeah, well, I guess I never really understood the rules of war
And who exactly it's okay, or not, to go and burn
And terror flies it's flag up high, this side white and that side black
But terror's just the timing, who kicked first, and who kicked back
It's already done
If there was hope down in the rubble, I'd hoped that it was this
That in our vulnerability, we'd open up our fists
Lay hands upon the ruined and lay wrench upon the come unfixed
And though we cannot heal them, we shall see no more get sick
It's already done
It's already done
When I heard "less than human" come from the lips of our president
Already done
When I heard some guy shot some guy right through his turbaned head
It's already done
When I heard eyes for eyes might somehow help us find our dead
It's already done
When I heard our boys say the same words their boys said
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Well, if you're gonna fly your flag, my friend, be mindful how it's made
And see it's got six billion stars and stripes of every shade
And hang it in the door frame 'til, until the door itself's repaired
'Til all the grieving's come it's course
There's no one left that's scared