Album Cover Bullets

Bullets

Hawksley Workman

3

You are every bit a soldier

I won't forget you too soon

You've got pies in the oven

All across the sea

I'm just here fighting for our liberty

That and a cold glass of beer

That's why i'm here

Stealing coins is not really stealing

When i'm with these boys

We don't share feelings

But we sure make noise

Crashing on enemy walls

We crash till it falls

And if i fall to taste the ground

And you hear a fire bell sound

Don't fear

It's just the bullets bouncing off my helmet

Don't fear

Kindly keep this between

You and me baby

Don't tell the papers just what i said

Just let them figure it out

What's in my head

Ships at bay

I tattooed an anchor right beside your name

An anchor so sure that i won't float away

It's under my uniform sleeve

It's there till i leave