You say youre happy
But you look so sad
Did you think I would keep this bitter tongue
Behind crooked teeth and angry gums?
Now youre upset
But youve gotta admit, its catchy
Not that I think you care
But I dont feel right being here
I'm not gonna make it after all
I am the last of my kind
Just a yank in southern battlefields
Behind enemy lines
And alone to find out how I wound up here
Every mistake, a reason to run
But a good soldier marches on
Knowing the worst may be still yet to come
You dont want to hear it
When you could be wrong
Whats a house? A bed? A pillow? A shed?
If you got no trust then you got no chance
Youve got problems
And your bags are getting heavy
Not that I think you care
But I dont feel right being here
I'm not gonna make it after all
I am the last of my kind
Just a yank in southern battlefields
Behind enemy lines
And alone to find out how I wound up here
Every mistake, a reason to run
But a good soldier marches on
Knowing the worst may be still yet to come
It was right before our eyes
I am sorry but I had to write a song
About how you were wrong
Im not even sure you were
But dear, thats how I cope
Its all I know
Now were both casualties in this
And Every kiss and every word
They were bullets spraying hazardly from lips
I am the last of my kind
Just a yank in southern battlefields
Behind enemy lines
And alone to find out how I wound up here
Every mistake, a reason to run
But a good soldier marches on
Knowing the worst may be still yet to come
And the worst may be still yet to come
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