Album Name : Macy's Day Bird
Release Date : 2001-11-01
Song Duration : 6:12
Diane Cluck Battlefield Nurse
tonight is colder than the fingernails of bitches
buckled belts on angry men
i was riding when the onslaught happened
i said, "here we go again"
there was paper bloShe's got eyes like a battlefield nurse
The kind that keep you calm
When all around you things are getting worse, oh
She's got eyes like a battlefield nurse
The kind that keep you calm
When all around you things are getting worse, oh
Dying all around me
Can I save but one or two
He reaches out to touch me
It's the last thing he'll ever do
Sometimes I feel like a battlefield nurse
It's a role that I was born for
And did not need to rehearse
They say: "Lady, tell me, how bad is it?
They grimace and curse
And I say: "Don't worry soldier
Things could be a whole lot worse,"
Oh, I hold his body and wonder
Was this comfort that I gave?
I felt him drowning in me
He believed he was being saved
So I told him I am not the battlefield nurse
I have never saved a soldier
And the war keeps getting worse
There is no kindness to be found here
These eyes are just a curse
The nursemaid is a liar
She's the chauffeur of your hearse
She's got eyes like a battlefield nurse
The kind that keep you calm
When all around you things are getting worse
She's got eyes like a battlefield nurse
The kind that keep you calm
When all around you
All around you
All around you
Things are
Getting
Worse
No
wing all around the ditches
calling me to find a pen
and when i went into the pen shop
i almost stayed too long
if you stop to think what color ink to write your scriptures in
your vision will be gone
and every time i bear a vision of you
i admit i try to stop it
but mothers can not carry babies past their due
so, why deny if i'm a prophet
i see you waiting like an impatient sun
knowing the moon will soon eclipse it
i see greatness in yr future
and then i see y'll never glimpse it
before y're yanked away
and though i shiver for all the unknown painters
who complete their masterpieces on the undersides of rocks
and every day there are fishermen who wake at dawn
to find their boats are gone
the ragged ropes still trailing off the docks
i'm waiting like an impatient son
knowing his momma's gonna leave
when you see death written on a living face before you
you just get on with it
cause what are supposed to grieve
the night is teeming with the bloody teeth of traitors
hear it beating with the plastic hearts of liars
the toxic fumes will keep the godly ones away
were they thrown into the fires
but you are waiting like an impatient sun
waiting for its turn to shine
and like the sun we're going to miss you
your brightness
when you leave us all behind
Complimentary "Impatient
