For Dick

What have we made

Besides an early grave

We didn't resurrect

on the third day

And this middle age

Well it couldn't save

The wonder of this lot

Still it won't stop

So put me to pasture

Send me to slaughter

harden your heart

To the truth

Put me to pasture

Send me to slaughter

Now that I'm past tense to you

Could you write it on a page

Will you be that brave

To speak of all things lost

Of things that never stop

And this middle age

Still it couldn't save

We didn't resurrect

On the third day

So put me to pasture

Send me to slaughter

Harden your heart

to the truth

Put me to pasture

Send me to slaughter

Now that I'm past tense to you

It won't stop

It won't stop