...And when I was seventeen, I made myself a DMZ,
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But they continue bombing me hot and steadily.
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They divided me at seventeen, I declared myself a DMZ,
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But they conitnue bombing me incessantly.
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Dig in vien ilin, Dig in today - the Americans are on their way.
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American Bombs Away! Dig in today!
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We make our days as they make us, as Odysseys,
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make myself my own telemachus.
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'Bous Stephanos, Stephanoumenous Dedalus!'
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And if it hasn't been a bust, then 'Land-ho Ulysseus!'
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And all of us like dedalus:
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Dead, Dead all of us.
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Between the dense red clay and the deep blue sea,
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what horrors rage internally,
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And whatreactions, chemically, through synapses so awfully
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Conducting electricity and conerting less efficiently,
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What porential energy for this life of endless tunneling?
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So deep beneath the DMZ, lightless of necessity,
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Their baoombs are heard incessantly.
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Our days, they make us, clearly.
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My Vien Ilin
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
