Testo di Song

I'm a bit like a soldier In the way I wear no uniform And choose not to fight And fight all night For some other cause I'm a bit like the grave digger Who wields no shovel And digs no hole But leaves the bodies to rot In the places that they stand For some other cause I'm a bit like the pack mule Carrying no load Into the canyons of your jive For some other cause I'm a bit like the freelance fence painter Then eyes your backside as you leave For some other cause I'm a bit like the peephole That falls in love with all the eyes That look through Watching major things unfold From minor flaws For some other cause (Have Mercy)