Testo Paper Ships The Young Republic
If you go down with this shipI will salute you from the shore
But thereâs no confidence in my eye, kid;
Thereâs no winning.
And donât believe the history
Cos thereâs no love song in a war
Unless love is a booty
In your best friend.
And thereâs a poem in your mouth
But you wonât ever let it out
Yes, tâis, so make sure tâ move out
To the country.
But donât you waste your time
Painting the handle of a gun
Because your colours will be shown
When you are fighting.
And thereâs a kid my age
Who died today.
So take the gold off your gate
Because property is hate
If itâs their blood on your estates
If itâs their kid that you take â
Now mama, Iâm singing
For your mistakes.