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