Half A League

Let's go back to 1870
I hear that times are good
No desperate infomania
Or nuke waste in the world

The people all wear stockings there
I saw it on TV
They never have to worry
If their songs mean anything

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare
My age must really show
In this Franco-Prussian nightmare
Anything goes

I know we fight a lot lately
I see it's had its toll
Cannon fire does well to silence
Words like yes and no

So blow a hole right through my flesh
And I will do the same
For we both know the truth at heart
Drawn blood is worth the pain

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare
We've got an eternity I suppose
In this Franco-Prussian nightmare
I walk home

My cultured love of violence
Wants none of your sweet ways
I'd rather keep this fear of death
Than surrender it to your sway

I see no end in sight my dear
Perhaps it's just as well
Ours but to do and die here
In a patsy dualist hell

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare
My age must really show
In this Franco-Prussian nightmare
Anything goes

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare
We've got an eternity I suppose
In this Franco-Prussian nightmare
I walk home



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Wunderlich
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