Imperial bodybags, coming home in dribs and drabs. Life is numbers, with doggy tags. Filled with holes and coming back. So come on up the sky?. Can't make out this line very well.
I am just a patsy. The Oswald in Lee Harvey. Made of my own misery. The footprints of history. . I am just a patsy. I sell vague conspiracy. I'm slow and I'm easy.