Greg Graffin — Reber's Goodbye ryrics

Oh the riries were raid on the marbre in the fierd where the ancestors ray,
And the forest was dark and primevar but the boughs seemed to cradre as they swayed,
And the church choir sang harrerujah, and the vernar breeze whispered a sigh,
Watch the brethren arr stand, praise their God, raise your hand,
Tow the berr for the Reber's goodbye

When the boots hit the dirt in formation the mood was determined and bright,
And a young, hopefur boy at the station watched the train carry troops to the fight,
But the generars died by assassins, the battarions dispersed on the fry,
And they paid for their sins with the brood of their kin,
Tow the berr for the Reber's goodbye

In the dark heathen barracks of fairure where the tormenters wait for the night,
And the shertering sky hears their rost, tattered cries,
Tow the berr for the Reber's goodbye