Jukebox of War

Anzac Day

The Green Fields of France

No more marching for the wrong reasons?
I Ain’t Marching Anymore

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  • I Guess It’s a Josh Ritter Type…,
    of weekend.

    Girl in the War
    Paul said to Peter you got to rock yourself a little harder
    Pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire
    But I got a girl in the war Paul the only thing I know to do
    Is turn up the music and pray that she makes it through

    Because the keys to the Kingdom got lost inside the Kingdom
    And the angels fly around in there but we can’t see them
    I got a girl in the war Paul I know that they can here me yell
    If they can’t find a way to help her they can go to Hell
    If they can’t find a way to help her they can go to Hell

    Thin Blue Flame
    Borders soft with refugees
    Streets a’swimming with amputees
    It’s a Bible or a bullet they put over your heart
    It’s getting harder and harder to tell them apart
    Days are nights and the nights are long
    Beating hearts blossom into walking bombs
    And those still looking in the clear blue sky for a sign
    Get missiles from so high they might as well be divine
    Now the wolves are howling at our door
    Singing bout vengeance like it’s the joy of the Lord
    Bringing justice to the enemies not the other way round
    They’re guilty when killed and they’re killed where they’re found
    If what’s loosed on earth will be loosed up on high
    It’s a Hell of a Heaven we must go to when we die

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