The neighbor's boy is home from the war His father's pride, it spills Across the factory floor And Jimmy, in the paper, I saw you Holding that gun And I read the interview About the two thirty-four And the blood in the sand, of an oil rich land. While I was back home safe and clean John and Jimmy Say a prayer for us The passive sinners I bite my tongue I shake your hand Yeah, I'm still playing in that stupid band 'Cause we all do what we gotta do, boys We're all doing whatever we can!