Too tired to care
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Tired Empire
The soldier and the taxpayer
The subject and the citizen
All shout: Hip-fuckin-hooray
We're tired now, too tired to care
Even some of the bastards in charge
Are too tired of might making right
The sun never set on where we wanted to be
The sun never set where we were
But daylight is waning
The end is nigh
For this tired empire
The honor, the glory
The resources, the constant worry
The order and the chaos (our kind of chaos)
We're too tired, too tired to care
Even some of the bastards in charge…
The sun never set…
Here's to our dead, here's to your dead
Here's a book of laws, here are our guns
Go figure it out you figure it out
Good luck, you're on your own
So ends one, another begins
Empire is dead, long live the empire
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