A lonely teenage daydream
Of things that I might have been
A surreal kind of thinking

Keeps drifting in on me
The Remington Electric
I'm banging on its keys

The words appear before me
Their meaning's guaranteed
A foreboding gloom upon us

Of death ribbons and bows
A gift to our generation from
the men who have gone before

My twisted body is lifeless
Not so their twisted minds
Peace through power is their motto

Power through peace is their crime
A sadistic smile spreads across my face
Amid my mournful wail

For although they killed a world
Their fate was also seal