Lou Reed Home Of The Brave
Here's to Johnny with his Jo, and Mickey's got a wife And here's to Jerry, he's got Joyce And me I'm shaking in my boots tonight For the daughters and the sons Lost in the home of the brave Here's to the home of the brave Here's to the life that's not saved Here's to the home of the brave Here's to the home of the brave Here's to Frank, hit in some bar In picturesque Brooklyn Heights And here' to a friend, who jumped in front of a train At seven o'clock, on night And another friend, who thinks he lacks worth Has disappeared from sight Somewhere in the home of the brave Here's to the home of the brave The stars are hiding in their clouds The street lights are too bright A man's kicking a woman, who's clutching his leg tight And rush off to the home of the brave Here's to the home of the brave And everyday you have to die some, cry some, die some And everyday you have to die some, cry some, and die In the home of the brave - home of the brave
