December 1943

I can't remember (remember)
Each time it slipped right through my fingers
The eyes and faces of my brothers (my brothers)
They never made it back home to their mothers

And all I remember (remember)
Of 1943 december
Me and sullivan behind the line, we gathered (we gathered)
Too fucked to hold the match to the fire
The smoke lead the way back to death in flames

My disbelief in what we built for me
Bogged down with no warning, no hope
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me

No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold

And I remember
The prayers my mother's mother taught her
And no, I don't believe her
I'd be dead with my fellow men and the preacher

No hands to pray

If I should die before, before I wake
I pray the lord for my soul, my soul to take

No hands to hold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
No hands to fold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me
No hands to fold, no hands to pray
No hands to hold, no hands to pray for me