Let the Dead Bury Their Dead

It’d be different if I had no regrets But I’m too old for that It’d be different if I had never hedged a bet But I know that too It’d be different if I could really say I made a difference But I can’t really say It’d be different if I had been the one not to conform But the truth gets in the way We celebrate the heroes We cheer even harder when the villains die But after the accolades, and verbal grenades We go back to work We drink the wine Eat the bread There’s only so much time for cheering the fallen Or Mocking the dead