Rip the badges from our breasts
Just like the others
Impenitent brothers sway to the song of a new heretical dawn
We were right to fight
Subsumed by dumb clay
The sweet spirit must stay

I'm so, I don't know, what's the word?
My grasp of the verb is a weak one
Your grammar's a playground for fun

Tear the emblems from our sleeves
Just like the others
Apostate brothers please stay for the dawn of a new day
Watch the sun come up from the mud
Our cups are empty
Our wine has turned to ether
That's good and wine

Nothing does a body good
Like another body
Nothing does a body good
Like another body
Nothing does a body good
Like another body
Nothing does a body good
Like another body