I brought you tequila and marigolds To keep you cold and dead I bathed in the shadows of conceding oaks And played the gardener in my head I could still smell those willows our mother loved For the first time in a million moons You screaming "faggot" with your hands at my throat For just tending to my wounds I was just tending To my wounds I brought you a half sized American flag With the stars cut out in a cross I studied deep where your heart should have been On that AstroTurf burial plot And I remembered that one night out in Tucson When you bloodied up Maria just for breaking a plate Strung out on meth That bulge in your neck Those bloodshot eyes burning through all who'd object Peace in the land There will be Peace in the land The papers out in Phoenix Spoke of your strength While everybody out here in Yuma We held our restraint Because reality is just a fairy tell That's passed upon bar stools The lies are what we build upon We fight that fact But we all know it's true Goodnight Sargent Sanchez Goodnight brother's breath Goodnight Sargent Sanchez Nobody Mourns your death