Lyrics:

Salute my sisters; salute my brothers, out on the front line for the politics of others. Lord, bring them home (with their ammunitions full). Lord, bring them home.
Because when it's over, I'm not looking for rebirth. Just dress my bones up and lay them in the earth. I need the rest. Oh lord, I need the rest.
And I'm just waiting for the bells to start a' tolling, across the river where the water's overflowing.
Maybe the angels need to carry me in, kicking and screaming and clinging to my skin.
And maybe life is like the autumn trees, and I'm just one of many very mortal leaves. Just praying to the fates that we survive the freeze.
But there's at least a hundred reasons why I should go to heaven when I die, so I'll just sit and patiently await my time.
Oh, I can hear it, the song of huddled masses, singing and yearning for better social classes. I don't know anything about it so I let it go.
Because when it's over I'm not looking for rebirth. Just dress my bones up and lay them in the earth. I need the rest. Oh lord, I need the rest.
Because no one really can explain the rest; what's gonna happen to us after death. Can it really be the same for everybody? And no one really can predict the rest; what's gonna happen to us after death. Can it really be the same for everybody?
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