Send me a postcard
from the village
Oh, bullets in the yard
I'll hide in the passage
Letters, letters, letters
I'll savor these letters
In the midst of this war
and intoxicated by the stench of tar
Darling,
Don't catch that grenade
don't leave me hanging
Instead, sip on this lemonade.
Hold your gun fires!
Where's the faith in humanity?
It isn't what the heart desires
This is no longer an amenity.
Bring him back to me,
by my side, where he should be.
Oh, a wonderful man is he
Bring him back to me.
