of the blood flag red

His name was Lucius Cole
And he watched the bombs drop
And he watched the bodies drop

Standing there in the farmhouse fires' glow
He knew he had to go
to Washington

So he rode a bike
And he rode in the sick's cars
And he rode in the dead train among the corpses
And from the farmhouse few living
He borrowed horses

He saw Abe Lincoln in the faces
And in the sky flames and dead roses

Lucius Cole of the blood flag red