FIGHT NO MORE

Whoa whoa them old man titties and a one-half Mekong bride 
Her name is Girlie and she got the USA pride
Cocaine daddy ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching
Meet me in the crow’s head, in the brain folds of the I-Ching
Singing folk songs all night long, I’m trying to stay alive

Ain’t over you yet, cockeyed cocksure 
I just don’t want to fight no more

All them cut up little snake bits, stars on your brand new flag
You gotta love them grandkids, why they gotta go and marry fags
Sold your soul for a flaccid 401k
Three square meals a day they say but somebody’s gotta pay you say 
Singing now you are F-U-C-K-E-D all the way 

Gone through them photo booth photos, the kind you love and leave your kids
Real bomber jacket, porn stache and stuff you did
Aren’t you glad you never killed yourself
Oh no wait you did, gone and woke up all of hell
Singing singing singing, I’m trying to stay alive

SPOILER—THIS SONG IS ABOUT: Veterans and buddies and drugs and money and fighting and dying and family and memories

(c) Impermanent Music 2023 || David Dentinger: guitar, vocals, backing vocals || J. Brandenberg: keyboards, percussion