Lyrics Arkansas - Frog

Arkansas

Wounded entertainers diggin' in at flanders
Breathe in the strangers and dream of the frail nurse
That sings the Marseillaise
At night
Softly folding blankets tight
And i get you it’s hard, i get you it’s hard, marchons and marchons, monsieur
The germans wore grey and you wore white
All the brits were rarin' for a fight
I get you it’s hard, I’m shocked and i’m scarred
Thats how they get ya, there’s a dead note floating in the measures
There’s a punk kid coughin' on the stretchers
There’s a weeping swell of arkansas for arkansas
That’s how they get you
And i hope darling i don’t upset you
But the pale faced doctor knows she sings for all of us
And darn it sir, she calls for us now
The germans wore grey and you wore blue
And all the bougies all stared at you
Bedside confessions where doctors hit paydirt
And gabe gets on the faders and says hes gonna blow my mind
Pan the german front hard right
Bring the howitzers up soft in the night till the trenches alight
Thats how they get ya
And i hope darling i don’t upset ya
There’s a hun deep inside all the heifers
There’s a weeping swell of arkansas, for arkansas
And i’m out of excuses, there’s a form that i’m using
It’s worn, it’s torn, and the eyes are threadbare gone
I’m out of excuses