LYRICS
Watching civilization turn to was
The Man want to live free
Without the right of responsibility
Not own-up to his society
Waiting for all to fall… inevitably
The Man rides off into battle
Leaving a bride in need of a rattle
It’s hard to ride high in the saddle
Knowing no one ever wins at war
For sure… no more… no never ever more
When The Man returns from battle
There are no tales to tattle
Now his time stops his clocks
Shoes and socks horizontal in a box
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Am C E / C E C G
Recording: digital stereo / Recorded live at Everhart Park, West Chester, PA.
Vocals, Guitar
From the album The End Game
by Daniel Brouse