Slag Heap of the Gods Thank Lord Jesus his baby didn't take The lady from the VA always calling, calling Megachurches echo when the Lockheed Martins sing Baby, we should move away from the Springs So your horrid ex-boyfriend is stateside again A chest of medals and a terrifying grin Sure his tour lasted one too many years Until the war replaced his mind with the grinding of gears Oh of course it started over something stupid A few saber rattles later we were bombing little kids Know that poor bastard who returned is not the man who left All you owe him is a forwarding address, a clean cut's best Blades in the heavens where the pagan masses pray Ashes of the empire keep on falling, falling Burning mountains echo with that herculean song Baby do you think we're doing something wrong? So your horrid ex-boyfriend is stateside again A chest of medals and a terrifying grin Sure his tour lasted one too many years Until the war replaced his mind with the grinding of gears Oh of course it started over something stupid A few saber rattles later we were bombing little kids Know that poor bastard who returned is not the man who left All you owe him is a forwarding address, a clean cut's best