all is fair in love and we're in love

now that everybody's dead we can finally talk

can vanity and happiness co-exist?

all the lovers we've taken in direct view of the enemy

and we shift each other's body to accept the bullet

and continue the pleasure it's the treasures of battle

its only for the for the wounded the purple hearted



why must you try to ruin my peace of mind

and they were only words and i never meant them

i never loved you even in my weakness

you were fuel for the fire cannon fodder



when my gramdpa drank, fell and broke his face in two

when the cops arrived he exclaimed I fought in World War Two!

and then they carried him to a darkened hospital room

and said no modern person here remembers you

and we can't identify the enemy

and it could be you so it'll cost you

it already cost me my wife and my job now what



when my mom and I went to identify the body

I wanted to see it but she wouldn't let me

I had to wait for the military cemetery

and when we got there this is what she said to me:



love and war in heaven and in hell

you get what you deserve you better spend it well

all is fair in love and war and love

a civil war like this it always sells itself