Felice Brothers Soldier's Song
You like the desert sun
shinin' over everyone
you like a fighter plane
blowin' us all away
there in your low lit room
your singin prayer to your open wounds
the fire thats your pale blue jeans
is bandages no one sees
here in my suit of tin
i sing in tune for the fool i've been
fire down my tinfoil throat
there's a fist where my heart should go
but you like the desert sun
shinin' over everyone
you like a fighter plane
blowin' us all away
nail in your famous spike
your singin' prayer cause your pain has died
all down that thorough fair
you throw your bandages in the air
you throw your bandages in the air
