Helena

Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight The stars say don't pick a fight or barge things around See apparently, our bloodlines are botched beyond redemption Luckily, you don't believe in redemption This may work in your favor, I'm told So throw the old furniture in the fire As the children go barbaric behind the wire They're just children It's a drag, the way your flag Had to come down with one of the above America, so ferociously in bloom But pistols at dawn can only work for so long Curved appetites took flight when you decided to call the song "A Pacific-Northwest Bitch Gets Shown To Her Room." So throw the old furniture in the fire As the children go barbaric behind the wire They're just children And this one goes out, just like the one before To the 17th version of "How I Won the War" Oh, first Destroyer and now the Underground Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight The stars, they don't pick a fight or barge things around Just throw the old furniture in the fire As the children go barbaric behind the wire They're just children They're just children They're just children