Well yeah, I had a bad day
I don't wanna talk about it
If you convince me that I've been wronged
Then I'm complicit in the violence
And I am juggling enough
Realities without the weight of this one
Right and wrong f*ck off
Because I gotta feed the baby
And I take comfort in the chaos
Knowing none of this was anybody's plan
Well, my friend Tommen fought a war
And most things he don't remember
But some things you don't forget
He thinks about some more than others
Like a sixteen year old kid
Holding his guts in while the mortars
Sure do make an awful din
An anthem celebrating borders
And Tommen curses god in jest
Bemoaning that this was all somebody's plan
[terrible harmonica solo]
Tommen says it must be comforting
To blame god or the devil
But he's seen evil up close
And he says make no bones about it
It's pride, cruelty, and greed
That keeps exclusion profits growing
Populating dehumanization camps
With villains of the week
Serialized twenty four hours
On our favorite scary horror shows
He holds the cross his wife once wore
And tells her that he's sorry
That he didn't kiss her more
And wasn't better than his father
And I take solace in the notion
That all this means something to him
Even thinking that there's nothing for him
On the other side
Tommen falls asleep and looks at peace
Watching those horror shows
And I can't help but thinking it's alright
That none of this was anybody's plan
And I sleep well 'bout every other night
'Cause I'm alright and I have made some plans