 Pockets full of shells Weapons, not food, not clothes, not shoes, not need Just feed the war cannibal animal eye Walk the corner to the rumble That used to be a library Lila put her mind in cemetery now What we don't know keeps the contract alive and movable They don't gotta burn the book, they just remove them While our warehouses still as clean as a cell Rally round the family Pockets full of shells Rally round the family With a pocket full of shells