the walking wounded

we're in the church house kneeling down

we're in the subways underground

we're in the bars and on the street

we drive a truck we walk a beat

we're in the mills and factories

we make the steel we cut the trees

a thousand-yard stare

eyes of glass

but we will see you when you pass

we lost our homes

we lost our dreams

all our goals have turned into schemes

we hurt each other and ourselves

so after long

traumatic spells

we are the walking

we are the walking

we are the walking wounded

we cried out from the deepest pit

but rise back up each time we're hit

we fell from power and from grace

but resurrection's in our face

we're just like little girls and boys

we play with grown up toys

we never thought of sink or swim

my brother hurts me so i hurt him

we are the walking

we are the walking

we are the walking wounded

like a circle

round and round

we go up so we come down

we don't explain or apologize

we pull the veil across our eyes

we see through your fake refrain

but we won't let you see our pain

you may not know us but you will see

there are more than you'd believe

we are the walking

we are the walking

we are the walking

we are the walking

we are the walking

we are the walking

we are the walking wounded