who never saw the day
locked in mothers pocketbook
until the first of may
magazine and wolverines
hanging from the walls
wild screams from dragon queens
standing now to fall
by the rude bridge
that arched the flood
here the brave farmers stood
facing up their enemy's
like men with familes should
no one knows if anyone or anything could stir
the population to gather the nerve
to fire a shot heard round the world
the sharp side of razor light
will lessen any pain
devote you to the lesser god
and drive the girls insane
you're that boy in pocketbooks
kept hidden from the craze
protected by your mommy
until the first of may
and let's not harbor any ills
against that fallen isle
they have the right to appetites
if not the strength lie
and let's believe that all good things
will come to boys and girls
children who have the nerve
to fire the shot heard round the world
let's have a toast to innocence
cuz that's a dying bird
let's have a drink and lets confess
our feelings for the girl
you will find some piece of mind
when all is said and done
and you will see what others see
when moons become the son
heretics on politics will summon you to war
raw courage and a flair for kicks
will keep you safe and warm
and i believe that we will see the final cloth unfurl
cuz we have the presence and the nerve
to fire the shot heard round the world
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