| The Home Front |
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| The hours creep across the face as she paces 'cross the floor |
| She can’t even get to sleep since Tony went to war |
| She feels bitch-slapped and abandoned by a world she thought she knew |
| Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two |
| And now they’re saying on the flat screen they ain’t found the reason yet |
| We’re all bogged down in a quagmire and there ain’t no end to it |
| No Nine-Eleven or Uranium to pin this bullshit on |
| She’s left standing on the home front, the two of them alone |
