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Caulfield couldn't catch me through the rye
Old Holden missed, left me hanging on the cliff to drop and die
But I can't let go, can't let myself grow
Cause I already know about the sorrows waiting on the road below
I've seen the red and the black ahead
And I'm afraid the nightmares that haunt my head
Will escape, and I won't be able to outrun them
Boy, I see dozens of angels falling to a sad anthem
With their broken wings flapping in vain
I see The Man below, patiently waiting in his train
Ready to lead us nowhere at all in his well-oiled machine
Using our goddamn souls as gasoline
Selling us empty promises of happily ever after
While we grow numb to the kids' laughter
But I don't want to go out without a fight
Holden, why won't you throw me some dynamite?
Don't ask, you already know what I'm going to do
I'm going to blow up a wagon or two
Let The Man know what's up before my time's up
And when you hear the bang, promise me you'll raise your cup
Tell them I couldn't be bought, couldn't pay the cost
Tell them I did it for all the glory we've lost