The Kettle Black

歌詞

When the cavalry clears And the limbs of our peers Lay around us like sticks in the mud We'll say to ourselves, "Where's the heaven in this hell? We're on a ladder without any rungs" With the ash of our friends in our lungs That's enough about the war How's my dear Eleanor? Have you heard back from William or Kate? Are you getting your shakes From lack of sleep as of late? And my breath always reeks of escape I'll be home soon, and hopefully safe If you love me, you won't make a scene When I get home, please just leave me be If you love me, then don't make a scene When I get home, please just leave me be Twenty years to the day The tavern's closed and some say They only saved us from missing our lives He was buried away to The ground and the blame That Eleanor kept stored away And his breath always reeked of escape