Bobby Kitchens - The Great War

I used to fuck off every Friday afternoon to go and fight in the Great War
I used to bend my knee backwards and go and sneak a peak at the crown
I took every last chance at stealing a nap in the backline
And kept a few tears for the rubbernecks cruising the town
I can't believe that we danced for this
I can't believe that we danced on New Year's Eve
I can't believe that we dressed up and danced for this
I can't believe that we danced on New Year's Eve now
I used to fuck off every Friday afternoon and go and fight in the Great War
But all the good dying got lost somewhere out in the fray
No one I know ever pulled out their phone at the right time
It's not your fault you never could think of anything clever to say
I can't believe that we danced for this
I can't believe that we danced on New Year's Eve
I can't believe that we dressed up and danced for this
I can't believe that we danced on New Year's Eve nowowow
I used to fuck off every Friday afternoon and go and fight in the Great War
Watched the last known survivors set fire to themselves in their prom dresses
Fashioned a flag from the scraps of my grandaddy's suit leg
And something else, I can't remember what else I said
I can't believe that we danced for this
I can't believe that we danced on New Year's Eve
I can't believe that we dressed up and danced for this
I can't believe that we danced on New Year's Eve
No I can't believe that we dressed up and danced for this
I can't believe that we danced on New Year's Eve
I can't believe that we dressed up and danced for this
I can't believe that we danced on New Year's Eve now

Written by:
Robert Kitchens

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