I watched the threadnof my sister's life unwind,nthen I sold her coatnto some old man I couldn't find,nand her braveryncost us more than some son sailing to the crowded East;nit's cold as hellnin this freezing carboard cell.nnWe pass the daysnselling bootleg bread and whey.nI'll tick the time on an armnthat's bleeding worse than mine.nAnd my braveryncost us more than old men dying on a busy street;nthere's blood in these veins,nso we'll trip a mine and watch it wake the tired day.nnI sold my soulnto some old witch who knew my name,nand we broke our fistsnon a blackened window pane.nAnd our braveryncost us more than children playing in a road-side creek,nEden's burntnBut we're to strong to feel the hurt.nnGod sees the wrecknof traintracks lined with listening dead,nand we sold our shoesnand gathered tin to pay our debt.nAnd our braveryncost us more than some babe crying in a fevered dream;nit's worked so well,nand every lie we write is one more page toward hell.nnI watched the threadnof my sister's life unwind.nAnd we gave her up,nto the howling summer night.nAnd your rosarynis cracked and bruised with all the love you gave to me;nit's worn, it's torn,nand every hook we bait is one more step towards war.