To this wall I take my step Full of johns and janes that I have never met And to this world I give my best But I say Honor those that'd rather they were dead Those will be be remembered In our hearts and in our heads
Turn the box of pictures off Close the magazine with faces you have stalked The crowd no longer has a lone The faces you have stalked will never be known Those will be remembered Those will be remembered underground
On top of the world at the bottom of the end Pay your respects and bow your head