Song Lyrics

Purple Hearts

Band: Stockholm Syndrome

Album: Holy Happy Hour

Keep your ear to the ground baby, the cavalry's on its way While I slip back into town and prepare my getaway Lost another battle, sure to lose the war Hard to put a finger on what we're fighting for But it's all cool baby Put down your gun Even a lifetime marked with losing Can still be fun Chinese philosophy redefines warfare as an art The tragedies of Shakespeare, greatest actors line up for the parts In their purple hearts Their purple hearts Their purple You could sell discount telephone cards, I could knock over Pharmacies We'll meet in the park on Sunday; split up the spoils under walnut trees And think about the times we had before things fell apart Ever laugh at the photographs of us wearing our purple hearts It's all cool It's okay Even a Rez dog in the backyard has his day Rodan, Michelangelo, Albert Camus Jean-Paul Sartre, MacArthur at Guadalcanal, Waterloo with Bonaparte It's a purple heart A purple heart A purple When it comes to pointing fingers, you've got a tiger in your tank And now the smell of failure lingers, nobody but yourself to thank Chinese philosophy redefines warfare as an art The tragedies of Shakespeare, greatest actors line up for the parts Rodan, Michelangelo, Albert Camus Jean-Paul Sartre, MacArthur at Guadalcanal, Waterloo with Bonaparte It's a purple heart A purple heart A purple



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