i can hear a lonely operator on the phone, on the phone
she cant call home
overseas, burned to third degree, and the collection's plate been passed and recieved by me
i wish i could tell you all you children why you're here, why you're here... we'd all sing along
Isn't that something cause there is no knowing 'til youre gone
when I'm gone, I'll prove you all wrong
-Dead Man, sElf