I marched up to Boston my brother he stayed South
Heard "state before the Union" come out of his mouth
Not 'till after Appomattox before we found out
It was Siamese twins after all.
Brother I am lonely dying in the sun
Shot down in a cornfield no help from anyone
There ain't no kind of love that can fix what's come undone
It was Siamese twins after all.
All for nothing
All for wrong
All the flags and all the songs
Pulled the farm boy from the farm
Made him strong / Gave him arms.
And the priests sang 'Hallelujah'
With the rogues and fools that screwed ya
Into giving the better part Of your heart.
Brother bury me with my gun against my breast
Let me hear the bugles before I take my rest
They need us to do the dying
We need them to not forget
That we're Siamese twins after all.