• Man, do or die
    Much rather die
    Jake, just rest now
    We will be home soon

    With the smell
    Of freshly made bread
    To the comort
    Of our soft, hay beds

    Jake, we will make it there
    Home is home
    Just a little
    Far from here


    Jake? Jake?
    Oh lord what happened?!?

    They fire from behind
    Bullets of terror
    Struck poor Jake
    And we are so near

    Rest Jake, just rest
    You have made it to the better home
    Rest well, my friend, Jake...........