To find the place I was child
And see the house no longer there
Our wild grassy yard eaten up
By a suspicious toad-like two-flat
But the corner's still there looking
Down the hill where we would
Stand and holler 'We want war'
To the Grafton gang and run
Like hell to our hiding places
Cowards were we all but now
I'm back to settle the score
They are nowhere to be seen
I was wrong about the war
We meant to yell 'We want more'
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