That day that he died a thunderstorm broke the telephone wires Then years later you found his letters but their meaning was mysterious and vague So "welcome to the fight," your uncle said as he left the room And remember when I first met you; and you told me what this symmetry would mean Here comes the battle A brand new era So we're old children Let's fight those bastards down This is how we sleep without a home. Embryonic half-parental you're awake. "This is not the life that I had planned," count the seconds between the lightning strikes Here comes the battle A brand new era So we're old children Let's fight those bastards down Make a decision This desperation Make a decision C'mon let's hit em where it hurts