The Battle of Hampton Roads

Tonight, two great ships will pull back to their ports
Depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports
And in the morning the shells will wash upon the shore
And the mighty of Earth will have no other recourse
But to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts
Because we have been told that if you’ve been assured
That there’s a way to live the values yr forefathers gave you
Prepare to be told “That shit’s gay, dude”
I guess that what they say is true
There is no race more human, no one throws it away like they do

The things I used to love, I have come to reject
The things I used to hate, I have learned to accept
And the worst of the three, you now have to expect
Satan ain’t hard to see without craning yr neck
He’ll be seventy-some inches tall
He’ll be chugging a beer, he’ll be grabbing his balls
He’s a remote explosive waiting for someone to call
He’s just eighteen for now but he’s going to murder us all

Solidarity is going to give a lot less than it’ll take
Is there a girl at this college who hasn’t been raped?
Is there a boy in this town that’s not exploding with hate?
Is there a human alive who can look themselves in the face
Without winking, or say what they mean without winking
Or believe in something without thinking, “What if somebody doesn’t approve?”
Is there a soul on this Earth that isn’t too frightened to move?

I think the wrong people got a hold of yr brain when it was nothing but a piece of putty
So try as you may, but you will always be a tourist, little buddy
And half the time I open my mouth to speak
It’s to repeat something that I’ve heard on TV
I’ve destroyed everything that wouldn’t make me more like Bruce Springsteen
So I’m going back to New Jersey, I do believe they’ve had enough of me

So when I leave Boston, my tail is between my legs
After deep cups of patience have been drunk to the dregs
And now I’m heading west on 84 again
I’m as much of an asshole as I’ve ever been
There is still nothing about myself I respect
Still haven’t done anything I didn’t later regret
I’ve a hand a napkin when looking for sex
But that’s no one to talk to when feeling depressed
And so now, when I drink, I will drink to excess
When I smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest
When I scream, I will scream until I’m gasping for breath
And when I get sick, I will get sick for the rest
Of my days peddling hate out the back of this Chevy Express
Each one a fart in the face of yr idea of success
And if this be thy will, then fucking pass me cup
And I’m sorry, Dad, no, I’m not making this up
But my enemy, it’s yr name of my lips as I go to sleep
And I know what little I’ve known of peace
Yes, I’ve done to you what you’ve done to me
And I’d be nothing without you, my darling, please don’t ever leave