The Comeback Our children will remember faithfully Manassas, Gettysburg, and Lee I'll keep the medals and rifles in a trunk Ready when the UN copters come It will rise again Our brothers will retain forevermore '48, '68 and '34 We'll paint the town red, we'll paing the union brown We'll tear this whole crooked complex down We will rise again I recall in the sirens, bombs and bullets in the fall The voice I heard above it all I'm not scared of a millenium of class warfare He is watching, I'm prepared He will rise again That's you on the ramparts, towering That's me in the bunker, cowering That's us in the floodplain, flowering Why doesn't the truth feel more empowering That's you with the gut cramps, procreating That's me in the death camp, recreating That's us on the truck ramp, accelerating Why do we hate what we end up creating? And I guess it goes to show How we're blessed to know our foes And I guess it all depends On who will rise again in the end