Monument (I. Hostages, II. The Full Six Under)

I see trees of green
 Red roses, too
 One day we'll burn them down
 To get a better view
 Of the searing city lights, to silence voices in the night
 Maybe find a face on which to place our fear so we can fight
 It's just not right
 And I won't sleep tonight
 I see factory flames
 And graveyard gates
 We seem to hear the ones who warn us
 Fifty fucking years too late
 The drums of war pound out again, we'll turn a blind eye to the sins
 That break the brand new hearts that Heaven holds against the vanity of men
 Will you think of them
 When your saints go marching in
 God help us all, we're hostages
 We clutch the gun and cast the blame
 We'll drive ourselves the full six under
 But I don't think they'll know our names
 And if there's still a way for anything
 To live here when we're through
 I hope they build a shining monument
 And engrave it "don't let it be you"
 I see waves of blue
 And clouds of white
 The putrid fumes of burning bone
 Will turn the daytime into night
 Another place, another time, we still watch Babel's spire climb
 To conquer without conscience and leave the young to suffer for her crimes
 We're out of time
 And dying for their grand designs
 God help us all, we're hostages
 We clutch the gun and cast the blame
 We'll drive ourselves the full six under
 But I don't think they'll know our names
 And if there's still a way for anything
 To live here when we're through
 I hope they build a shining monument
 And engrave it "don't let it be you"