To The Top, All The Way Lyrics & Chords By The Effort

And I remember it all like it was yesterday,
Walking into another moved business compliments of our economy.
That is where I saw your photo in an army navy store,
A U.S. issued obituary and a clean pressed uniform.

I could not believe they called you a war hero,
And they said you had died with the greatest honor,
Protecting us from the latest culture that threatened our way of life,
The only one that seems to ever matter.

"Did you know him?" I asked the store clerk.
"No, but he reminds me of my own, fighting hard in the sand for his family back home, and for his motherland."
"Well I knew him.", I cautiously said and walked away,
Because it may have taken us a quarter decade longer but it's finally 1984.

The Ministry of Truth needs to contact The Ministry of Love,
But don't worry I'll never forget back in 9th and 11th grade,
When Evan wanted to fight over my "Nazi punks fuck off!" patch,
Censorship and a freshly shaven head, one of the kids who mistook everything Ian said,
In "Guilty of Being White" because he was in no way sorry for something he didn't do,
Just like I'd say Evan didn't show remorse
When he stood up at lunch and proclaimed to his friends,
"Don't worry, I'll shoot each one of you a sand nigger,
Watch out towel-heads here I come!"
Some say that's karma or a well written play;
I say it's far too typical that my obituary never made it to the papers,
And was left for some underground song.