Craig's Brother - Glory lyrics

rate me

And I wonder how Franklin felt in '42

The war's still new, but I抦 tired of fighting

Bloody boys sobbing fears all somehow died brave men

Exalted then, so wrong yet somehow inviting.

Like a dream moving in slow motion

The smell of death spreads across the ocean

Despite the masses that hate the notion

Bending every purpose toward war

And the bombs start falling,

tight fists of rage hurled

Searching for sanity in such a crazy world

I guess I thought when we got in our boats and sailed away

We wouldn't be here today;

we left behind all that fighting

In a place where they're still debating feudal rights

And boundary lines, and ancient agreements

But I know that I抦 only dreaming

Any day I could wake up screaming

Taking orders in a far away land

Marching round with a gun in my hand

And the bombs start falling,

as the trigger fingers pull

Searching for sanity in such a crazy world

Little boys go marching on for peace . . .