Finally caught up to the call, Joined the cause and kissed them all, Finally sacrificed the kid for the cattle. Should've followed all along, Left the trouble all at home, and all of my battles. One can only wage a war, nothing less nothing more. Should we fall down on the floor, sore and rattled? Gonna go a little more, get down filthy on the floor, Where the lowly can no more fall the further, And fear the call to the hand, Find the gall to understand, fumble lost in their land, O my Lord! They call it a home, No calm there no song, they're so sad and alone and prowling. I saw life stalled in turn, left to fall, Left to burn, O, I'll take what I've learned and come crawling. Should the pollen of the clear tear the Fallen from their fear, let it all disappear! O my Lord! We're calling it a home, No calm here no song, we're so sad and alone and prowling. I see life stalled in turn, left to fall, Left to burn, O, I'll take what I learn and come crawling.