I got a hangover came from Omaha Beach,
And that shotgun solution is just outta reach.
The saint and the sinner walk hand in hand
Taking their bounty to the promised land.

Mothers and daughters they burn in the sky
While fathers and sons stay, wishing they died.

The man is a liar, I know this to be true.
Don't let him get his words into you.
We fought and we bled, we loathed the bloodshed
But we felt all the better, and went home instead

Mothers and daughters they burn in the sky
While fathers and sons stay, wishing they'd died.
Who knows the path?  Not I, not I,
I'm just trying to find a way to get to the sky

I got a hangover came from Omaha Beach,
And that shotgun solution is just outta reach.
The saint and the sinner walk hand in hand
Taking their bounty to the promised land.

Our mothers and fathers, they died, they died
But we can sleep soundly, knowing we tried
Mothers and daughters they burn in the sky
While fathers and sons stay, wishing they'd died.