Helena

Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight
 The stars say don't pick a fight or barge things around
 See apparently, our bloodlines are botched beyond redemption
 Luckily, you don't believe in redemption
 This may work in your favor, I'm told
 So throw the old furniture in the fire
 As the children go barbaric behind the wire
 They're just children
 It's a drag, the way your flag
 Had to come down with one of the above
 America, so ferociously in bloom
 But pistols at dawn can only work for so long
 Curved appetites took flight when you decided to call the song
 "A Pacific-Northwest Bitch Gets Shown To Her Room."
 So throw the old furniture in the fire
 As the children go barbaric behind the wire
 They're just children
 And this one goes out, just like the one before
 To the 17th version of "How I Won the War"
 Oh, first Destroyer and now the Underground
 Helena, the ramifications are very large tonight
 The stars, they don't pick a fight or barge things around
 Just throw the old furniture in the fire
 As the children go barbaric behind the wire
 They're just children
 They're just children
 They're just children