You were my army And I would command "Attack the holy land" And you were that interstate That I would roll my tanks down So color me stunned And wake the children when done And put the details in a jar And bury them underwater I went to see this battleground with battlesound And drove to the outskirts Where cars were on blocks and houses run down So color me stunned And wake the children when done And put the details in a jar And bury them underwater