There’s two trains roaring and the people wait
One heads to front and one runs away
Seventeen and three hundred sixty-five days
But the war will wage and the war still wages

Outside the gates of this quiet town
The bells sound alarm the bells sound alarm
Hell ain’t hot when it licks your feet
Down the muddy trenches where the dead don’t speak

Refr:	You’ll recognize me by the shoulders they carry me on
When the golden carriage rides the march through town
Recognize me, by the coffin they bring me with
On the porch of the home in which we lived

God spreads his carpet of velvet white
Where one eye is king in the land of the blind
To be coloured red when the end’s in sight
To ease the wandering of a melted mind

Refr

Bridge:My eyes weigh heavy on the top of your shelves
Stacked on letters and a telegram
Just a poppy you were when I gave you mine
Stuffed between the dusty pages of time

The sun declares war when it hides behind the smoke
Of burning bridges, burning with hope
There’s only one way home and we blew it up
We’ll be standing ground until the sun comes up

Refr 

Great War(In Memoriam)

Hush your mouth little lady, don’t spoil yourself
Crawling through the dirt won’t get you under my belt
I know you dressed up fine just to be all mine
And goddamn I must admit you do look sublime

‘n I say, I say, Oh yeah x2

Screaming to the heavens all night won’t make you divine
Our savior lies in a single bottle of wine
And when the sun comes creeping through the back of your mind
I’ll be on the first ship setting sail outta town

‘n I say, I say, Oh yeah x2

Bridge

Hush your mouth little lady, don’t spoil yourself
You may have quenched my thirst but I’ve got more to tell
And as long a you lay on your back with eyes wide shut
I’ll be standing ground feet in the water, face in the mud

‘n I say, I say, Oh yeah x2

Outro

Hush Your Mouth

U intellectual scumbag
Writing my tongue
Speaking on my behalf 
And whistling my song
Detained in prison walls I built myself

U take my love  away
And light it in flames
U take the ground beneath my feet
And make me stay
And every stone and chain and ball has a story to tell

Refr:	You write my book, my life my tale
You put my soul on paper and, put it on sale
You take away my colours, leave only black on white
Leave no room for me to live in. You fight my fight

Lord, lord, no. Lord have mercy on my
Soul. x2

You steal my eyes
My brain my heart
You blow apart
My house of cards
Detained in prison walls I built myself

And my king and queen
Lie scattered round
Among common soldiers
On these killing grounds
And every stone and chain and ball has a story to tell

Refr

Solo

My mouth grows dry
My limbs go numb
My breath it dies, I’m left
Blind, deaf and dumb
Detained in prison walls I built myself
And every stone and chain and ball has a story to tell

Intellectual Scumbag Blues

I’ve got my books packed up in my backpack
Like stones with a story to tell
Got my crutch, my boots and my jeans jack
No bible on the road I dwell
Carry no Bible, on the road I dwell

A guitar in my hand and I’m a travelling man
Roaming as far and wide as I can
Water and bread is all I ate
A hundred one days and countin’

Black are my feet, stained are my clothes
Wine red her lips and hair like gold
When I daze and stand up
Bow and then stop

So I look up and gaze
And see her estranged
She moves along grace
In her peculiar ways

A guitar in my hand and I’m a travelling man
Roaming as far and wide as I can
Water and bread is all I ate
A hundred one days and countin’

A look was all she gave then she took off and away
And never will I forget her face

Tomorrow I’ll be gone and a travelling on
And never will I forget her face (of light)

I’ve got my books packed up in my suitcase
Like stones with a story to tell
Got my crutch, my boots and my second face
Carry no Bible, no Bible, on the road I dwell

No Bible

Mister Catfish, living in the deep blues sea.