Reverend & The Makers No Soap In A Dirty War
A free ride on a guilt trip
She makes out like it's the fall of Rome
Nobody likes a martyr love, so leave it Martin Luther
I can see your dream's gone stale so I'm going home
I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
Well you might have my body, but my mind's not yours
for keepin
I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
Because I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before
And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you
all
And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more
I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
I can't talk to you until I've had a few, it's a shame
Now the peace talks have reached a deadlock
you are a laughter (?) and walk away
We can talk till we're blue, we've nothing left to say
Except I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before
And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you
all
And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more
And I don't wanna die in the same hole I was born
(There's no soap in a dirty war)
And I don't wanna live if it's all been done before
(There's no soap in a dirty war)
And I don't wanna get married in the same church as you
all
(There's no soap in a dirty war)
And I can't sleep in this bed with you any more
