T.S.O.L - Weathered Statues lyrics

Weathered statues
Tin soldiers that march in our parks
Wrapped in yellowed newsprint
On their benches in the dark
Faces fill with sadness
Sorrow drawn from your nights
Surviving on old glories but now
The glory's have died
Lonely men who are tortured
Once proud but now forgotten
Gnarled hands hold canes
Where guns were once before
Taunted by the children whose
Parent's lives he saved
Forgotten by a state
Whose leg in war he gave
Silver gleams upon his chest
Though sweat gleams on his brow
Darker days and sable nights
Who work upon his soul
His honor flew away from him
Like pigeons on the wind
Spending his last pennies on
Cheap wine and sins
But still they make the soldiers
And soldiers still grow old
Another day, another statue
Falls out in the dawn
Weathered Statues stil march on and on