When A Good Man Goes To War

He's had enough of the push and the shove

When there's no giving up when you've already given up hope

He has his head in his hands, laid on the floor as they stand

They surround and crowd, how intimidating

With a fist and a kick they can get their way

Outnumbered and each one don't know their place

And they've all probably had a few too many tonight

He's accustomed to the bullying

But he's flustered when they're finished with him

This isn't a game of hide and seek

They just want a fracas, to leave you in the street

A photo in your memory temporarily gives you potential revenge

But can he handle the aggro? Has he got a gut to spend?

And he can make a home-made molotov cocktail pretty decently

Let's hope now the fire in his eye'll set his skeletons free

He can play these games in his head - they can never put his demons to bed

But he can see the flat where they hang out, how well in real life can he play?

Oh way-e-ey mr.postman will I have to sign for this package today?

He's not accustomed to the bullying

They'll each have battle scars when he's finished with 'em

This isn't a game of hide and seek

He just wants to get his own back, to prove to himself he's not weak

And he watches it all burn
He listens to the agony

He knows right well what he's done

And he just smiles

Amnesia

Crush a white rose, can you get the red?

Wanting what you can't get, has it happened yet?

He wants the lie-in to waste his time in bed

Wide awake, frozen stare on the girl instead

She's the stranger of whom he hasn't met

But here she lies, open eyes, where did it all begin

Did he lose some sort of bet or has he lost his head?

A hurricane in his mind, stomach bloated with regret

There surely was a struggle, tumble and a bang, how could he forget

He had to shut her up, had to keep a straight set

So he puts an index and a middle on the side of her neck

Alcohol and crazy thoughts must've lead to the girl who's now dead

Going out with a mouth ready for the lies

But there's a difference between the girl you want, and the one you find

You hate the end of the night, but the start was fine

You do this sort of thing all the time because you're in your prime

But this time a young girl's life was on the line