Maroon Beret

"Dad... Come on..."<BR>"Daddy's not coming on anything."<BR><BR>Double cross the vacant and the bored<BR>They're not sure just what we have in store<BR>Morphine city slippin dues down to see<BR>That we don't even care as restless as we are<BR>We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts<BR>And poured cement, lamented and assured<BR>To the lights and towns below<BR>Faster than the speed of sound<BR>Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope