We were independent once I know
Nothing could affect our ebb and flow
Our counterfeited ways made good copy
We always stood out from the scenery
This tired old sentimental song
The interest came and then the interest went
We gave them perfume but they lost the scent
All the foggy weeks gave them some time
To second guess the sentence and the crime
This tired old world crusader song
What we learn is what we read and watch
What we sign for is why we open the latch
We were predators that much I know
Feasting on the remnants of our foes
Our fabulistic ways drew people in
The excess, and the carnage, and the sin
This tired old unrebellious song
Once the captain gets us settled down
We'll call up all our friends and clown around
And put an end to our relevancy
Pack up the belongings and flee
This tired old Armageddon song