The Ballad Of The Jersey Wives
9.03 in September
News reader wept, man, we all can remember
All I was left with was a wedding ring
But without him this gold band
It just don't mean a thing
And it all played out like a bad B-movie
But there were holes in the plot
And the actors didn't move me
You think that I'm mad but I know to my core
I've read the official truth
But there's a truth worth fighting for
Bang, bang, bang at the door
Bang at the door, bang at the door
Kick, kick, kick down the door
Kick down the door till the door is no more
Now I shout at shadows while we swing at ghosts
Chase cowards down corridors
While our children grow
Do you know what it's like to scream
At the top of your lungs
And have not one single person look up
From their sums?
But I'll bellow my son till the day that I die
For the fatherless children
And the husband-less wives
And the military man with his oil black gun
Just patted my head and said
"Darling, what's done is done"
Bang, bang, bang at the door
Bang at the door, bang at the door
Kick, kick, kick down the door
Kick down the door till the door is no more
Bang, bang, bang at the door
Bang at the door, bang at the door
Kick, kick, kick down the door
Kick down the door till the door is no more
The door is no more.
News reader wept, man, we all can remember
All I was left with was a wedding ring
But without him this gold band
It just don't mean a thing
And it all played out like a bad B-movie
But there were holes in the plot
And the actors didn't move me
You think that I'm mad but I know to my core
I've read the official truth
But there's a truth worth fighting for
Bang, bang, bang at the door
Bang at the door, bang at the door
Kick, kick, kick down the door
Kick down the door till the door is no more
Now I shout at shadows while we swing at ghosts
Chase cowards down corridors
While our children grow
Do you know what it's like to scream
At the top of your lungs
And have not one single person look up
From their sums?
But I'll bellow my son till the day that I die
For the fatherless children
And the husband-less wives
And the military man with his oil black gun
Just patted my head and said
"Darling, what's done is done"
Bang, bang, bang at the door
Bang at the door, bang at the door
Kick, kick, kick down the door
Kick down the door till the door is no more
Bang, bang, bang at the door
Bang at the door, bang at the door
Kick, kick, kick down the door
Kick down the door till the door is no more
The door is no more.
Credits
Writer(s): Filippo Cimatti, Carmen Van Den Berg, Rosie Oddie, Geoffrey Beck
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