Your daddy and my daddy had a drink at the bar Talking about what was best for me Without a name or a degree, Stubbornly holding onto you And you pulling away from me
The best that they could say, For my restless teenage ways, Was time in the service Might serve me well, Even if it’s just service in The latrines
Lucy my love, Don’t go sending me off to war I put up with your family, Full of bigots and fanatics, Just to get a little closer to you, Now you’ve turned on me too You have turned on me too.
Go hide behind your flag and family This town has nothing left for me This town is nothing more Than a fundamentalist penitentiary
When you’re down on your knees Are you praying for holy war? When you’re down on your knees Are you praying for holy war? Lucy my love, Don’t go sending me off to war
We must live, We must true, To our childhood dreams, Or they’re worthless And our youth is insincere
So where do we find worth?
I put up with your family, Full of bigots and fanatics, Just to get a little closer to you, Now you’ve turned on me too You have turned on me too.
When you’re down on your knees Are you praying for holy war? When you’re down on your knees Are you praying for holy war? Lucy my love, Don’t go sending me off to war
We must live, We must true, To our childhood dreams, Or they are worthless And our youth is insincere
So where do we find worth?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
