Bright Eyes — No One Would Riot for Less

Death may come invisible or in a holy wall of fire In the breath between the markers on some black I-80 mile From the madness of the government to the vengeance of the sea Everything is eclipsed by the shape of destiny So love me now Hell is coming Kiss my mouth Hell is here Little soldier, little insect, you know war it has no heart It will kill you in the sunshine or happily in the dark Where kindness is a card game or a bent-up cigarette In the trenches, in the hard rain, with a bullet and a bet He says, "help me out" Hell is coming Could you do it now? Hell is here See the sterile soil, poisoned sky Yellow water, final scraps of life Bringing new tears Wake, baby, wake But leave that blanket around you there is nowhere as safe I'm leaving this place But there's nothing I'm planning to take Just you Just you