These are our last days

Said Florence

As she held my hand

At a gas station

In the Nowhere Desert

They are coming to get us

You and I American Pie

Hold your weapon tightly

That is your final hope

It will not save you

But it will delay the inevitable

And you Nina Wood Fire

Will be remembered in dreams

For as long as the dead dream

I will travel to Spain

And catch a train

To a large city

Where I will organise a resistance

For old times sake

As we do not stand a chance

I am relying on you to slow the advance

In these barren lands

Use all methods no matter how cruel

You will not be held to account

My brave brave patriotic boy