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