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