"Funeral for A Friend"
"Young & Defenceless"
Altzing daydream serenade
Preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph
Seems like we all want to be
We so very different but nothing changes
Young and defenceless, waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We all end up like magazines
We crumpled up discarded, cataloged forgotten
Read the pages that are free
Living something careless
Just sixteen all over
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
We’re all alone
Beating hearts
against the tide
Go!