daughters teenage son is out of guns black of wounds and others arms we don't know who our models are anymore hear this song and i am numb blackened doors and iron lungs we don't know who our bodies are anymore we don't know who our fathers are anymore coroner's old and i won't go coroner's here and lately i want to know we're alone...i'm all coroner's old and i won't go can a soul will mothers on their own? we're alone i have known we're alone and i want more can a soul's will help us all find out? well father's here and i've had more than enough well daughter's here and finds out what i've become