Weathered Statues Lyrics - T.s.o.l.

Weathered statues, tin soldiers that march in our parks 

Wrapped in yellowed newsprint, on their benches in the dark 

Faces fill with sadness, sorrow drawn from your nights 

Surviving on old glories but now the glory's have died 

Lonely men who are tortured, once proud but now forgotten 

Gnarled hands hold canes, where guns were once before 

Taunted by the children whose parent's lives he saved 

Forgotten by a state, whose leg in war he gave 

Silver gleams upon his chest, though sweat gleams on his brow 

Darker days and sable nights, who work upon his soul 

His honor flew away from him, like pigeons on the wind 

Spending his last pennies on cheap wine and sins 

But still they make the soldiers 

And soldiers still grow old 

Another day, another statue, falls out in the dawn 

Weathered Statues stil march on and on