Half A League Lyrics

Let's go back to 1870

I hear that times are good

No desperate infomania

Or nuke waste in the world

The people all wear stockings there

I saw it on TV

They never have to worry

If their songs mean anything

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare

My age must really show

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare

Anything goes

I know we fight a lot lately

I see it's had its toll

Cannon fire does well to silence

Words like yes and no

So blow a hole right through my flesh

And I will do the same

For we both know the truth at heart

Drawn blood is worth the pain

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare

We've got an eternity I suppose

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare

I walk home

My cultured love of violence

Wants none of your sweet ways

I'd rather keep this fear of death

Than surrender it to your sway

I see no end in sight my dear

Perhaps it's just as well

Ours but to do and die here

In a patsy dualist hell

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare

My age must really show

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare

Anything goes

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare

We've got an eternity I suppose

In this Franco-Prussian nightmare

I walk home