Each sends us back to the days When we carried rifles and shotguns and machine guns And wrapped ourselves in bullet belts and grenade pouches. We can bail, fall out as non-hackers. We can look around Lydia's bar , our home away from home, And say to ourselves, Well, gonna crap out for a little while. Rodge', say the rest of us. Nobody forgets it and gets on with their lives.
Nobody fights a terrible, shitty little war And then forgets it.
Nobody blows up somebody else And then forgets it. We be here for the duration, a period of existence. We will stay for as long as Lydia keeps the doors to the bar open. I ain't goin' nowhere. Got nowhere else to go.