Got [bad word] by the first volley
Of the war in the courts
Never held my serve
Send'em a wire, give'em my best
This ammunition never rests
No one serves coffee, no one wakes up

Stop breathin'
Stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard 
Dad, they broke me
Dad, they broke me

Stop breathin'
Stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad, they broke me
Dad, they broke me

I can see the lines open shutters
And the leaves flocked on a grid
That's what they made my hero say
Nothing gets me off [bad word] Then when you put it down, ten feet down in the ground
Call it response (to a) negative home

Stop breathin'
Stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad, they broke me
Dad, they broke me

Stop breathin'
Stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad, they broke me