Only As Strong As Our

One Legged Veterans Will Greet The Dawn, And They're Whistling Marches As They Mow The Lawn, And The Gargoyles On Sit And Grieve.

The Glory That Was Lincoln's Never Died When He Was Slain.

The People Who Carried The Burden, Who Marked In Strange Field In Search Of An Answer, And Ended Their Journeys An Unwilling Hero.

Leaving America Is Like Losing Twenty Pounds And Finding A New Girlfriend.

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...