Rebel funeral march

This war machine cannot be seen by your or me
Deep inside your mother's womb a fire burns.

Got to get me in to War¿.
There were delays
And indecision
And into the mountains
They ran in droves
Got to get

Deep inside your fathers wound a creature sirs
Can you feel his glassy eye of doom as he feeds you lies?
I'm going down town, downtown, have a real good time
Going to the Brickyard, and the Cobalt, we'll have a real good time

Got to get me into war
There were delays
And indecision
And into the mountain
They ran in droves
Got to get

You're not the one
You're not the one
You're not the one
You're not the one
You're not my Maryann
You're not my Wonderland
I'm just no superstar
You're not my Wonderland She arrived in a silver car
He was armed to the teeth yet he knew he was beat
As he lookup down into her eyes
With a hole in his ass as he laid in the grass
And she laughed as she watched him cry, die, lie...