The breeze blows colder at this Sunday seaside lunch
By the boat you legally acquired
Our little museum in the North is in decline

You predict the East will rise again

When you are lowered into the ground

Your friends will set up a memorial fund

Supporting all the boys who

Dedicate their lives
To our common end
I avert my eyes

I stare at the sea
The founding fathers will not leave us be


Another gruesome wartime anecdote is told
Those beady eyes, what do they want?
My attempt to pay for mine is kept back with a grin

'Cause we can never pay enough

When you are lowered into the ground

Your friends will set up a memorial fund

Then give it to the boys who

Sacrifice their lives
They, our national pride
I avert my eyes

I stare at the sea
The founding fathers abusing you and me


I'm so thin
I'm of no help at all
But you say every little child must find its place


I let the wind embrace me
Pacify my mind

And when I close my eyes
No one knows just what I see
And no one can take this view away from me