Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barnacled Warship, artist - Johnny Flynn. Date of issue: 06.06.2010
Song language: English
Barnacled Warship |
| Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing |
| Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run |
| Think I’ll fight a war, I don’t know what for |
| But I’ll learn when I’ve got my gun |
| Well, I left home three days ago |
| I feel like going to bed |
| Open the courts, and a new religion |
| Burning through my head |
| Burning through my head… |
| Made my way with the fusiliers |
| I even fought my way back home |
| But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted |
| Had to fight the war on my own |
| Well, I left home three days ago |
| I feel like going to bed |
| Walking downtown gave me cold, cold fingers |
| And my feet were made of lead |
| My feet were made of lead… |
| I’ll just eat fruit |
| On your doorstep |
| I’ll just drink pailfuls |
| Of rain |
| I’m but a barnacled |
| Warship |
| Singing the fighter’s refrain |
| Singing the fighter’s… |
| Made my way with the Salvation Army |
| Take them on with a tambourine |
| I’ll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers |
| Smooth 'em out like margarine |
| Well, I left home three days ago |
| I feel like going to bed |
| Open the courts and a new religion |
| Burning through my head |
| Burning through my head… |
| Went to the gambling shop today |
| They had me five to one |
| Heard a voice behind me say |
| «Put down your Bible and pick up your gun» |
| Well, I left home three days ago |
| I feel like going to bed |
| Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers |
| And my feet were made of lead |
| My feet were made of lead… |
| I’ll just eat fruit |
| On your doorstep |
| I’ll just drink pailfuls |
| Of rain |
| I’m but a barnacled |
| Warship |
| Singing the fighter’s refrain |
| Singing the fighter’s… |