“My brother is dead, body full of lead
Everybody’s sad here tonight, honey
My nights are full of dread

Are the kids in school?
Tell them Daddy’s fine,
Don’t want to sell them lines, but
Do they remember my face?

Has anyone seen that burning Bush?
He thinks his flames are guided by the Lord above
But I think not! Besides we have more to fear,
Than this war my-love

Are the kids in school?
Tell them their Daddy’s fine,
I don’t want to sell them lines, but
Do they remember my face?
Don’t let them forget my face!
”