Tracers (Live at The Workman's Cellar)

Kid

Get in phase

Don't give me that face

You're sticking out like a hitchhiker's thumb

Boy

If you don't knock it off

With all of your ill-wrangled words

You'll be lucky to die with your tongue

Private

Step in line

Because you are mine

In time

You'll learn to do what I say

Don't fuck with the sergeant

'Cause I'll have you battered and bruised to amuse

My obsession with power, oh

Don't think of blinking twice

I'll smack you up the head

I'll make you jump the trench

I'm the roller you're the dice

You fill

Your pockets with seeds

While you're doing your deeds in the south

Watch your mouth as you step off the train

You taste

The blood on your lips

As you watch the eclipse of the sun

And you wonder

If the shell has your name

Man

Give me space

'Cause I'm dodging tracers in my dreams

And I don't know what it means

To feel like a soldier

Oh, I'm just a kid who's started ripping at the seams