And the sun comes up
And the bodies roll in
And the lawyers do their plea bargains
You get balder and I go gray
Time goes by and at the precinct reunion picnic
I look at you, you look at me and... it's history
We're history
Ugly, bloody, game over, history
And your kid the... the architect
And my kid the dentist
They visit us in the old folks hom
And they look at us like we've lived
our lives under a rock somewhere.
~ Schanke to Stonetree, "False Witness"