The fans were whirlin'. Like the blades of a 'copter. Liftin' into the skies above some foreign land. Soaked with the bodies of so many friends.. Johnny waved. He was on his way home. He waved goodbye to his comrades in arms. And all the twisted things he'd seen.. He waved goodbye. And the blades hit. Something. Maybe just fate but the blades hit. The 'copter went up in flames. And johnny never went marchin' home. Johnny never went marchin' home. They took his name. And they carved it on a slab of marble. With several thousand other names. All the fallen idols. The apples of their mother's eye. Just another name. Meanwhile. Back on that burning shore. Johnny's comrades stood speechless. They looked with uh-uh-uh-uh disbelieving eyes. As those bits of metal and the embers. The embers of his eyes. Fanned out into the air. Black dust. Flames. Oh johnny! some day they'll make a movie about you. And in the making of that movie. Some mad apocalypse. It will become even stranger than the simple act. Just a boy going up up up. Just a boy going up. In flames in the smoke. Just another life. Just another breath. And who'll remember. Oh eternity now. As eternal as a sheet of marble. Eternal as a slab on a green hill. And your name. And all your fallen brothers. And all the ones not cut. All the ones remembered only in the hearts. A mother a father a brother a sister a lover a son a daughter. Shall not shall not fade shall not fade. Your ancestors salute you. And the gods of your ancestors salute you. Having having been formed by the minds of your ancestors. The gods of your ancestors salute you. Having been formed by your ancestors. The gods of your ancestors salute you. They draw you in they draw you through. They draw they draw you through that golden door. Mornin' boy [come on in boy]. We remember you. We conceived of you. We conceived of your breath. We conceived of the whole human race. And we conceived it to be a beautiful thing. Like a tulip bending in the wind. Sometimes it comes back to us. In the form of a handful of dust. Comes back in the form of a smitten child. Our raped daughters ah the broken bones. Souls cleaved from hearts. They come back to us. And our hands are filled with their rotting tissues. But we turn not our backs. We press our lips. Into their cancer into the dust into the remains of each one. And that love is there and will greet you will greet you. Mornin' boy [come on in boy]. It's eternal love. Well here go ahead run through that flame. Awww man running through your mind. You took a cat you took a life you took it by the tail. And you swirled it around your head. And you thrashed it you smashed the life out of it. And you knew that it would be your own. But you wanted to feel you wanted to feel it die. Because you know you would feel your own. You would feel your own. But you're remembered!. You're remembered!. You're remembered dead!. You're remembered dead!. You're remembered dead!. We remember. We remember. We remember. Everything. Everything