The Pilgrim's Last Stand

I wake up in my bed,
Wonder where I am,
Holding this notebook like a bible,
Silver cross my pen,
If I believed I'd die Monday,
And be back each weekend,
I guess there's some things,
I'll just never understand,
Like the course of history,
And desires of man,
We all want to be king for a day, aces in hand,
But isn't it a shame that you don't get to choose,
Everybody wants to win, no one thinks they'll lose,
They'll be teaching us lies and calling it the truth,
While voices from above make us confused,
If all this flag-waving's a political tool,

Every soldier has a home,
A place where they came,
To die in battle and be told,
That they were brave,

Everyone has a number before they have a name,
From Jody to Donna but it all stays the same,
So handsome young soldier, do not be afraid,

So what happened here,
Will never happen there,
Said the holy pilgrim to his child so fair,
As they touched on the shores of a distant planet,
United before, divided we stand,
Now I'm naked in my bed,
We're virgins again,
And I'll not go to hell,
Though we don't wear a thing,
Not making mistakes that some parents did,
And realize years later I'm trying to make up for it,

'Cause I wonder what story put paint on your skin,
To rhyme a masterpiece, how do you begin?

What once was so simple got hard to figure out,
From pieces of past lives all over this town,

I don't think anybody feels as bad as I felt,
It's a story of sick and getting well,
Under my pillow's where I'll hide in my bed,
I'm waiting to die and begin again.