My brother Cain, he served in a foreign land
Protecting the children of God.
My brother Cain now came to defend
Our country from the liberal crud.
My brother Cain he knows his rights,
He waits for a revolution ahead.
Cain is postconcusccive and won’t sleep in bed
Because he is scared of heights
But when he comes home drunk after a drive
To get him some beer and cash,
We see fresh blood on the tactical knife
Raised once again in a blind slash.
When he screams blood rolls from his eyes
And when he laughs I shiver in terror.
He is no longer there
He is no longer there
My brother Cain, he is still my brother,
And I am his brother, we are the same kin,
He knocks on my door, and I let him in,
Because he is ill and has no one other.
Cain is chasing ghosts with his hands in the air
But runs into furniture and sometimes into us
Will he kill us all in the midst of his nightmare?
Because my brother Cain has lost his eyes.
When he screams blood rolls from his eyes
And when he laughs I shiver in terror.
He is no longer there
He is no longer there