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