They're closing in, I switched the pictures

Painted all the walls

I hung the medals, hid the magazines

As caped crusaders crawled down freedom street

Guns of liberation ushered in the dawn



One guy wears an eyepatch while the other wears a tie

One will play the liberator the other run and hide

I hear the cannons crack a mile down freedom street

Out of sight, out of mind



The ninth wave claimed a thousand while another thousand fled

I'm getting low on beans and marmalade

I share my bed with locust girl she flies

Through the cracks across my head



She is always on my side

She's always on my side

I am always on your side

I'm always on your side

We're all on your side



There, there now