Hail the hero coming home Honor bound from whence he roamed Fortitude and skill Call of duty all alone Lead the nation for the crown Serve the orders coming down Charge ahead with pride

Thoughts arrive like butterflies Someday yet he'll begin his life again Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away Oh whispering hands, gently lead him away Him away, him away Freezin' rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again ooh yeah Oh feelin'

Soon I'm gonna slip away I'm so sleepy yeah I could lay my head on a piece of lead And imagine it was a springy bed 'Cause I'm sleepy, sleepy I'm so sleepy, yeah In the night I feel it creeping, creeping, creeping I can't keep my mind away from my dreams

Thoughts arrive like butterflies Someday yet he'll begin his life again Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away Oh whispering hands, gently lead him away Him away, him away Freezin' rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again ooh yeah Oh feelin'

Just pass the just cigarette And take these brain cells out my head 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out So I don't

Dear we better get a drink in you Before you start to bore us That's what you are today Somewhere inside your head Haunted by the important Life you could've lead Sit down dear we gotta talk You're acting like a kid We don't want to hear about

Leaving or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread First in the line of fire, first into hostile land They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division) Tanks leading the way, leading the way Thus earning their name, earning the

Leaving or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread First in the line of fire, first into hostile land They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division) Tanks leading the way, leading the way Thus earning their name, earning the

And I have to rest my head Please do not follow where I am leading Someone must clear these things away Here in the burnt out husk of the morning Strung out with nothing left to say Yeah this was one hell of a party Nobody ever got to bed But the morning

Glassy eyed light of day And heads down a mountain Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads I don't really care I feel this often, go Hey it's me I just got off the train A frightening place Their faces are concrete grey