The Old Guard

I've lost what I've already sold Floating in the grips Of a cerebral noose My allies are all farmers And I'm an animal They're gonna milk me Feed my children culture wars I've sold what I've never really had The future for a bitter old past I shit myself at the thoughts of happiness For anyone alive after me I'm so frail pity me Treat evil with civility Who can tell the difference Between bombs and children And I never paid a price And my colleagues never will We get to turn to mush And smile as you're crushed I'm so frail pity me Treat evil with civility Who can tell the difference Between bombs and children From California to Kentucky We're gonna pull up every ladder