The Crack-up

The time is here for the exile of all our sons

Who believe us when we say that we love you

But we must leave you

For there's a time and a place to die

The boy called roy up against the wall

Body was naked, shaking arms in despair

All they gave him was the hole in his head

For there's a time and a place to die

There's a time and a place to die

Shame on the person who told you welcome here

This is the crack-up

Behold the man who is prisoner to his obsessions of fear

You'll reach your climax

When you begin the annihilation of a culture

For there's a time and a place to die

There's a time and a place to die

Muscle on your arm

They're burning the houses looking for meat

This is the crack-up

Feeding catfood to the millions

Starving, marching, down in the street

This is the crack-up

This is the crack-up

This is the crack-up

Muscle on your arm