Fingers offer fingertips for the clawing
Out from beneath this pile of
Nattered bodies and broken lips
No that's not the cue to die
Playing dead is not the same as going quietly
There are forces to be reckoned with
Something is over our heads and watching us
They all slither and slander because they can
Taking sniper shots from elevated posts
Rright through the back of our heads
Fingers offer fingertips for the clawing
And now double jointed we bend and bounce back
So we make it
Following closely
Charlie's ahead in the clearing
And now the rebels march more carefully with weapons