Uh-oh

It was the hand that signed, made the famine grow
It was the hand that signed, that every mother know

It was an ___ gun, it was a refuse brain
It was a ___ gun, it was a bubble in the vein

Out of, but not of the agony cries
Little comes before the soldier boy dies
They say that after the fight
The weaker still know
The hand that did the signing robbed the cock of its crow

Pack up your ___
Pack up your ___
Pack up your ___

And if the drowning is cruel, my hands unravel at your back
And if your fear should ___, it's just a shadowless boss
And if the christ should sleep
And then ___ to the cross

Out of, but not of the agony cries
Little comes before the soldier boy dies
They say that after the fight
The weaker still know
The hand that did the signing robbed the cock of its crow

Pack up your ___
Pack up your ___
My hands unravel at your back
I've got a lot of things to look out for
I've got a lot of people banging on my front door
I've got a lot of things to look out for
I've got a lot of things to think about
Pack up your ___
Pack up your ___
Pack up your ___
I've got a lot of things to look out for
I've got a lot of people banging on my front door