Details of the War

Bloody sheets, tenderly, she moves me An opera star dying hard for love You say I'm hurt, I will take your word Leather pants, happiness A hundred dollars buy success Hanging with your fashionable whores And I'm a wounded bird, I will take your word You and Tom, to the prom Camel dick, crucifix Everyone's the same and on, and on Emerging from the football stands Clinging to his broken hand It's over, I have seen it all before Nakedness, a flying lesson Tattered dress, sunburned chest You will pay for your excessive charm With a boy who knows less than he thinks Drinks up his expensive drinks Be careful with the details of the war