Testo di High Ideals

There's a ladder tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battlefield Anyd any noble friend that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly at the very best There's a bayonnette in my family things It was made in the USA to defend the King With all the sinew, the thirst And all the bones that splintered Passed from hand to hand with the wedding rings Oh, settle down little heart of mine Oh, settle down, you do double time You're so far away but she's right here by your side Oh, settle down little heart of mine, ooh