The Civil War Wasn't That Long Ago

My dear your old ways sit on my bookshelves, gathering dust,
gathering dust.
Your passion please are pages I don't want to read but find I must.

So pull your bayonet I'm ready.
Climb my parapet I"m prepared to fall,
on the old front line.

My love your new ways sit in my front seat making small talk with me.
Your fierceness ran away to play with other feelings and forgot me.

So pull your bayonet I"m ready.
Climb my parapet I"m prepared to fall,
on the old front line.

Who's side are you fighting.
Who's bed do you lie in.
Who's bed do you lie in.

So pull your bayonet I"m ready.
Climb my parapet I"m prepared to fall,
on the old front line.