All laid over
This pain will drown out the sun
Mother, [bad word] home
But the war has just begun

All the boys will await the arising tide
On a pier with a traveled gun
I like the adrenaline, it's like a [bad word] [bad word] Mother, [bad word] home

I've discovered dreams that speak in tongues
Mother, my mind [bad word] Cause the war has just begun

Every night I can hear the approaching high
In a hole but I fear [bad word] I've got a thing for the edge of a life [bad word] undone
Mother, [bad word] home

(Ooh-ooh, la-da-da...)

Old and tired
Scarred and [bad word] to the bone
Mother, [bad word] home
And the war has just been won

All my friends can await the big ships to arrive
But I'd rather not join the fun
I need a minute to maybe soak in the sight
Of a town that I came from