Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight
The stars say don't pick a fight or barge things around
See apparently, our bloodlines are botched beyond redemption

Luckily, you don't believe in redemption
This may work in your favor, I'm told


So throw the old furniture in the fire
As the children go barbaric behind the wire
They're just children


It's a drag, the way your flag
Had to come down with one of the above

America, so ferociously in bloom

But pistols at dawn can only work for so long

Curved appetites took flight when you decided to call the song
"A Pacific-Northwest (*##$ Gets Shown To Her Room."


So throw the old furniture in the fire
As the children go barbaric behind the wire
They're just children


And this one goes out, just like the one before
To the 17th version of "How I Won the War"

Oh, first Destroyer and now the Underground

Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight

The stars, they don't pick a fight or barge things around

Just throw the old furniture in the fire

As the children go barbaric behind the wire
They're just children
They're just children

They're just children